You’ve arrived. You’ve climbed the “dizzying progression of steps and ledges” to reach the top of Tom Wolfe’s towering, intimidating aviation ziggurat described in his classic book, The Right Stuff. You have joined the select few who regularly fly single-pilot, passenger-carrying jets.
And, yes, although every one of you FLYING spoke with honestly downplayed what you had accomplished, we envy you. We all wish it were us pushing the power levers forward and feeling sheer exuberance of the hard-to-comprehend-rate-of-takeoff acceleration before easing back on the yoke and launching—because no other word adequately describes a takeoff in a small jet—into the sky and watching the rate of climb read out in thousands of feet per minute.
