Despite forecasted instrument conditions, a few more of us got to solo today. My landings were marginal, but I survived and completed the flight without a major incident. I successfully found my way back to the flight room with the help of one of the maintenance truck drivers. He dropped me off on the opposite side of the building where I quietly snuck in the back of the building right through the unlocked back door of the flight room. I was then summarily tossed in the solo tank. Awesome!
The highs and lows of pilot training are no more obvious than when you have a great experience followed by a terrible one. I got stood up for the afternoon standup EP and demonstrated the kind of performance that proper planning prevents. Well, now I know another of my weaknesses.
I ran it off with my neighbor, who I'm fortunate enough to have in my class, and who I hope will be able to put up with me for the next 45 weeks.
This is my most favorite post ever--like in the history of blogdom!!! It made me so happy, everything about it--the content, humor, construction, human interest, and triumph. Journaling, while maybe not a joyful pastime for you, is definitely not a weakness.
ReplyDeleteCONGRATULATIONS on your solo!!! XO
But you made it to the room! Unfair! Way to go!
ReplyDeleteWay to go buddy.
ReplyDeleteKeep on, keeping on.
Love you
Daddy