Thanks for the ride ... flight. I'm sending this to my husband who will undoubtedly remember all the fun he had learning to fly a 172, what we affectionately call an orange crate with wings.
One more notch on your belt of achievements. Sorta seems like there's not much you haven't tried.
I look forward to the next installation, in which I trust you will answer your own question. By the way, speaking of machines with souls, if you haven't already, you might want to watch Goodnight, Oppy.
Having been married to a pilot type person for 15 years I forwarded your story to him to enjoy whilst lounging in the Denver airport waiting for his flight.
I was young enough to still have an intact sense of immortality! Did I mention I rode a cafe racer style motorcycle on my Sunday outings? In Zimbabwe. When there were still terrorist ambushes? Immortal me.
I'm sure glad I knew the outcome all along (survival, at least). Roger sounds like a perfect teacher for a humorist! 😅
I felt the same way about the movie Titanic. Why watch it? I already know it’s going to sink.
PS I could definitely see the milk stool in the picture!
Calling it a flying milk stool definitely reduced the Top Gun coolness factor.
“We’re too close for rockets. I’m switching to horseshoes.”
Thanks for the ride ... flight. I'm sending this to my husband who will undoubtedly remember all the fun he had learning to fly a 172, what we affectionately call an orange crate with wings.
One more notch on your belt of achievements. Sorta seems like there's not much you haven't tried.
I look forward to the next installation, in which I trust you will answer your own question. By the way, speaking of machines with souls, if you haven't already, you might want to watch Goodnight, Oppy.
https://www.amazon.com/Good-Night-Oppy-Ryan-White/dp/B0B8JMCCJR
Alcohol and drugs. I never tried either and spent my miserable, derided life as everybody’s designated driver.
Swifter and friends at restaurant, as they order their steaks and brewskis:
“And our bitter looking friend over there wants some lettuce, hold the ketchup, and a big glass of Kool-Aid.”
Ha ha ha ha.
Now you know why I am the way I am.
A rare breed.
Reality is for people like me who can’t tolerate drugs and alcohol.
Having been married to a pilot type person for 15 years I forwarded your story to him to enjoy whilst lounging in the Denver airport waiting for his flight.
Tell him hi for me. He’s a good one.
I have a new descriptive word. BRAVE. Wow. Hats off to you! I could sense your pride,enthusiasm and excitement.
I was young enough to still have an intact sense of immortality! Did I mention I rode a cafe racer style motorcycle on my Sunday outings? In Zimbabwe. When there were still terrorist ambushes? Immortal me.
You must have nine lives. Maybe we should call you Felix
Did you put your poor wife through this?
Spoiler alert: you’ll need to wait until a future action packed episode.
Heh! My account is long overdrawn.
Beautifully described. You definitely made me see the attraction! Thrilling.
I hope you didn’t include Roger as beautiful. We’ll hear more from him later.
Love your descriptive writing! I felt as if I were in the cockpit with you. Well done and well said. Keep those stories coming.