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I have been flying half of my life and my mother has never gone for a ride with me.
Brian,
My mom has graduated from “Don’t tell me when you’re going flying – tell me when you’ve BEEN flying”… to… “I’d rather be in your plane with you flying, than in your car with you driving!”. [:)]
By the way, I’ve been flying for about that long, too, and your mom hasn’t been for a ride with me, either. [;)]
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I have been flying half of my life and my mother has never gone for a ride with me
I got my Private in 1975 in a Cessna 150. I immediately checked out in a Cessna 172. My Mom and Dad (both now deceased) were my very first passengers, on a flight from Opa Locka to Palm Beach and back.
Their level of trust always surprised and gratified me.
Maybe we are both better off!
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The first solo flight reminded me of my first-ever solo in a 150; a definite feeling of “am I really doing this?” Let’s just say that it had been rehearsed many times.
Dave,
The first time I flew a Cirrus solo I honestly felt like I had to have stolen the airplane because there was no way I could be flying something this nice.[:)]
