Got a gift certificate for an hour in the Pitts. This from Rob's mom! She's a worrier. I bet she tries not to think too much about what I'm doing up there in the sky. Of course, having this gift certificate is a real push to get back into the acro. I've been staying away for reasons that mainly have to do with time and money, but the time and money are also good excuses not to examine my fear of failure...
Went to fly the Warrior on Sunday. Battery's good, tire's pumped up, but now the starter's dead. sigh. I thought we already asked them to fix that, but apparently not.
Also flying related... there's this suicide in Florida. General aviation's gonna get it in the nuts again. I'm on my last nerve with hypernervous security-mongers, I tell ya, my LAST nerve, and if this kid were alive today I'd smack him too for good measure. (I know I "should" be sympathetic but some days I'm just ticked.)
Went to fly the Warrior on Sunday. Battery's good, tire's pumped up, but now the starter's dead. sigh. I thought we already asked them to fix that, but apparently not.
Also flying related... there's this suicide in Florida. General aviation's gonna get it in the nuts again. I'm on my last nerve with hypernervous security-mongers, I tell ya, my LAST nerve, and if this kid were alive today I'd smack him too for good measure. (I know I "should" be sympathetic but some days I'm just ticked.)
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Yeah. Know what? I can get into my own house -- all the way into my bedroom in the middle of the night -- without being checked! Something's got to be done! I mean -- I mean -- I could KILL me!
*schnork* :-)
The kid on that aircraft killed himself. He wasn't the first and he won't be the last and all the screening in the world won't stop it from happening again. Unfortunately.
Amen. :-(