Sunday, April 29, 2012

The solo

If I had to do it over again, I think I'd try to enjoy the first solo -- sole manipulator of an airplane. Mine was back around 1997 and all I can really remember is that after the CFI got out of the plane and told me to go do three touch-and-goes, I taxied out to the runway at St. Paul's Holman Field while singing some Z.Z. Top song, only to be overcome by panic that I'd accidentally keyed the mic.

I hadn't.

And that's pretty much all I remember. I was concentrating and working too hard that I didn't write the memories to disk.

So it was fun today to stumble across this video that a young man up in St. Cloud provided about his first solo.

Good job, kid.

1 comment:

  1. First solo, I'll always remember that! I was so nervous my right leg trembled. Don't think "enjoy" is an emotion I would associate with the event. Elation maybe.