My flight instructor is a seasoned veteran of 73 years of age, who keeps trying to retire but keeps getting pulled back into the cockpit to train more aspiring pilots. When I spoke with the director of flight operations at my local airport, he said he had the perfect instructor for a "guy like me." (Does that mean old?)
This instructor had taught numerous state troopers to fly, so another law enforcement related guy should be no problem right? Well, there was just one problem and that was Carl was recovering from minor surgery and couldn't start flying again until Dec.08. I was fine with that and for the past month I have been nervously watching the calendar anticipating my first lesson.
Why am I nervous? Well, a couple good reasons. First, I am deathly afraid of heights. I have flown commercial many times but the two times I have been in a small plane were a completely different experience...not unpleasant, just different. Lots of bumps.
Secondly, I tend to get motion sickness fairly easy. I recently purchased a bulk supply of 1 gallon Ziplock bags to stock my flight bag...I think a gallon should be enough right? I have been promised that even if I get airsick, it usually passes after a few lessons when the body adapts to the new sensations. I'm thinking I should eat light before my first few lessons. It might not be fun to yack at 4,000 ft. and I'm not looking forward to being known as "the old guy that puked in the Piper".
Let's go flying!
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