Had you not already guessed that much? Probably so. My family loves planes. I guess it's only natural since my husband is a private pilot and we live on a grass airstrip. This past week at Oshkosh, I realized how bitten with the airplane bug that I am as well.
When my husband and I first started dating, I decided to take ground school with him to learn to fly. At the very least, I would be able to help him when we were flying with such things as navigation and trip planning. Well, two weeks into ground school, the instructor pulled me to the side and told me that I would make an excellent passenger, but most likely was not cut out to pilot a plane. I whole heartedly agreed. Passenger material, I am. Pilot material, I am not.
I finished ground school. I am far from a quiter. And months pass without me flying. But when we go to an event like Oshkosh, that little bug nibbles on me again and makes me want to go for a "flight around the patch." I even picked out the airplane I want. It's a warbird of course. Loud, sleek, and beautiful. I know I'll be the perfect passenger flying along with my favorite pilot.
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