One day last week, I took the familiar drive to the airport, performed a preflight inspection on Annie, our 1992 Commander 114B, and took off from Runway 3.
The day was clear and cool with a bright, blue sky and a density altitude of minus-500 feet—ideal for flying. This is the kind of weather Annie (like many naturally aspirated piston airplanes) likes best. It was not cold enough to make starting the engine difficult, but at takeoff time, the big-bore Lycoming roared and I felt especially strong.
