One of the adventures I’ve been on occasionally is flying an airplane.
Small, single engine airplanes made by Cirrus and Cessna.
Basically I decided to learn to fly because I was tired of being scared on airplanes and I felt like learning a little about flying would benefit me.
So I took a lesson in Petaluma on New Year’s Day.
I remember the date because my instructor showed up, with little (or no) sleep, and he smelled like a brewery.
Nevertheless, I got in the plane and we had a 30 minutes flight lesson right then and there.
Now, let me preface this by saying that I had absolutely NO TRAINING whatsoever before I took to the skies.
Which I suppose is okay if your instructor is going to manage most, if not all, of the flight.
I flew around a little in the sky.
Banked left and right.
All in all, it was a fun time and I really enjoyed it despite my lack of preparation.
I snapped a photo of myself, grinning from the co-pilot’s seat.
It was a nice photo so I posted it to my online dating profile.
I can’t tell you how many sport pilots I met after I posted that picture online.
Which in turn led to me flying more small airplanes.
I even flew in an experimental plane with a GPS tracking system strapped to my leg.
Now, as you may have guessed, I do not have my sport pilot’s license.
It’s far too expensive for me to get.
Meanwhile, I’ll just have to be happy occasionally hopping in an airplane with another pilot and jumping around California for a bit.
Not a bad gig.