After retiring from a long career of trucking between New York and Florida, my thoughts of hitting the road on a new motorcycle instantly vanished when my wife said, “I would sooner see you buy another airplane.”
After a 30-year absence from flying, we bought a nicely equipped Cherokee 180. It wasn’t long before I wanted to fly to Florida, and we were on our way. South of Savannah, Ga., flight following told us that two restricted areas ahead of us were hot and we would have to deviate. I asked for vectors and was told to follow I-95 to Brunswick turn right and resume my course. I replied, “There are a lot of highways down there.”
