Apparently, we do well enough. Off to the sim. I still go first. The check ride is straightforward, but I have a lot riding on it this time. My employment with JetSuite — and a lifelong dream to fly jets — is predicated on passing. My previous type ratings have been more of a lark than of a profession. I am nervous. Two hours later, I am exhausted. The ride is fair, and I think I did OK. Steep turns, stalls, engine restart, single engine ILS, a circle to land at Kennedy (don’t turn too soon — you are a category C airplane) all seems OK, though my performance is definitely degraded by anxiety. Now, it is Phil’s turn.