Leave the snow behind and go riding in the air, that’s what!
Pilot Chris** does Important Stuff while I stay out of the way and document the day.
The pre-flight check feels remarkably similar to a motorcycle pre-flight check. There are other familiar tasks, too…
... like grabbing the keys on your way out the door...
… man powered reverse out of the parking spot...
… and fueling up.
|Okay, yeah, surely the price of this part of the day bears no similarity at all to motorcycle riding.|
By this point, I am hopping up and down with excitement. And I really do hop up and down (and clap, too!) if I’m excited enough.
|Hm, now what?|
We’re ready to roll! I’m a little nervous, but as we pick up speed and the nose of this little Piper Cherokee levitates into the air, it’s nearly impossible not to joyously cry out the obvious: “We’re flying!”
There’s a lump in my throat. It’s so, so beautiful.
The lump goes away, but I am still speechless. I even decline the chance to fly the plane myself. There's simply too much magic outside my window today for that.
And only now does the obvious question occur to me. Could a small motorcycle fit into a small plane? The answer, it appears, is a definite maybe…
|Li'l Burro and I contemplate entry into a Bellanca Super Viking. Thanks to Pilot Guy for this shot.|
Imagine the long weekend possibilities, oh my!
**Not to be confused with "Pilot Guy."