There was a time when I would leave work, drive straight to the airport and pull out my airplane. But after 35 years of using my old airplane for work, travel,
a dozen and a half flights throughout the Caribbean and lots of nasty IFR; learning how to fly gliders; plus nearly 20 years of competition aerobatics, there just wasn’t much new to cause me to want to open the hangar door. Flying had stopped being fun, or even very interesting.
Then I decided to get my feet wet.
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