Flying: Milestone soon?

My coworker wandered over after his lesson and sat with me in my plane waiting for my instructor. We chatted about the differences between the Cessna 152s he flies and the Warriors I fly. When Benjamin showed up, we invited my coworker to fly along in the back seat (difference number one, four seats, heh) and he joined us.

Livermore today. Winds nice and straight down the runway. Made every landing (no go-arounds) but none of them were picture-perfect. I bet I am being too critical. After the lesson Benjamin said every one of them was safe, and while I could name things I wanted to improve, he just basically wasn't worried. He thinks my skills are "way higher" than I need to be able to go fly on my own.

Tomorrow we'll do the instrument work needed for my flying club's aircraft checkout, and we'll discuss my personal minimums (the weather beyond which I choose not to fly).

I might be almost done with this phase. Might be. If so... some practice on my own, maybe a ride or two for friends or a $100 hamburger, and then I'll start to think about working on tailwheels!

Over the shoulder boulder holder

I was very pleased to discover that Title Nine has a store in Palo Alto. They don't carry my size (no one within a couple thousand miles carries my size) but they have something close.

I walked out with a 32DDD - yes, three Ds - in something that I am guessing runs small. I also ordered a 32DD for those days when I might want to descend a stairway while carrying something in my hands. You curvy ladies know what I mean, I'm sure.

One advantage of shopping at a sports store: you get an undergarment that does something more than just make lines on your shoulders.

Dear Victoria's Secret,

I will never darken your door again. I'm sure your feeling of relief at that statement is second only to mine.

Sincerely,
Someone crass enough to have an actual chest