So, I finally did it. I took a plane off the ground and returned it by myself three times today (and did one go-around). It was a really great feeling. As is the tradition, the back of my shirt was cut off, inscribed with some commemorative writing by my instructor, and hung on the wall for all to see. I also talked a bit with one of the other HAMs at the flight club about his rigs and a few things the historical radio society does here. Now, I just have to get as many flights in as possible before my instructor becomes a father.
I don’t think I quite live up to the master, but I tried:
My new flight computer is here, and it’s awesome and antique-y.
I have to learn the phonetic alphabet to be a pilot. This game made it easy:
So, today I spent around $400 on my annual dues, initiation fee, and flight logbook. I am going to get my private pilot’s license over the next year or so. It’s going to be awesome.