Oh hey there! Long time! Sorry for the hiatus. It’s just difficult to write about flying when you’re not, you know, flying. But I finally took a few days off work and used the long weekend to do some intense training down in Houma, Louisiana to finish up my commercial multi engine rating. All it took was 10 hours of flying consistently, once a day, and I was checkride ready. What a relief after 11 months of barely flying at all between instructors not available while they work their regular jobs, small maintenance issues from buying a plane that hadn’t been used in a year, and then my crazy idea to have major avionics work done before I finished my rating. But all that is over now! And I passed my checkride with the comment “great ride” from the examiner! Free at last! Free at last! Thank the trim god almighty I’m free at last!
So have I learned my lesson in buying planes that I’m not yet qualified to fly? Negative. I bought my Cessna 172SP when I was still a student pilot. I could solo in it, but I couldn’t yet do any real trips alone. Then I bought Big Chief (my Seneca) when I was not multi-engine rated. It was an excruciatingly painful 11 months of not having my freedom once I sold the Cessna. I went through the whole gamut of suffering: anger, denial, depression, trying to make light of it with humor (there was nothing humorous about it; like the quote from Air America that I used a lot during those 11 months “Nothing lower than a grounded pilot”), and I even tried to substitute men for flying and had a little fun but learned that no man can make me forget about my Big Chief.
Even Big Chief was sad while he waited. I could see and feel his frown whenever I walked into the hangar. But now we are both over the moon happy and are frolicking all over the Gulf Coast like two kids on recess. My first multi-engine passengers were my parents, who have had to endure my complaining, whining, and depression these past 11 months. They were just as ready as I was to get my freedom back, maybe even more so! And this weekend, I’ll be taking three others to Pensacola with me to drool all over the Naval Aviation Museum and finally see the documentary “Living in the Age of Airplanes,” narrated by Harrison Ford, one of my many fantasy boyfriends. This will soon be followed by twice monthly trips to Houston to start volunteering with the Commemorative Air Force. In other words, I plan to fly every weekend! So look for me…everywhere!
And because I’ve now established a pattern of buying planes that I am not yet qualified to fly, I’m thinking the next one must be a jet! Or maybe a Grumman Albatross…or maybe…