From the time in the late 1940s, when my father hired a small plane to take my brother and me for a ride around our home in northeastern Ohio, I wanted to learn how to fly. About 50 years later, I finally had the time and money and started training for the private certificate: A flight school, with excellent instructors and two long runways was only a few minutes away from my home. Things went well for several months as I learned basic maneuvers aloft and attended ground school in the form of John and Martha Kings interactive DVDs. As 288
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From the time in the late 1940s, when my father hired a small plane to take my brother and me for a ride around our home in northeastern Ohio, I wanted to learn how to fly. About 50 years later, I finally had the time and money and started training for the private certificate: A flight school, with excellent instructors and two long runways was only a few minutes away from my home. Things went well for several months as I learned basic maneuvers aloft and attended ground school in the form of John and Martha Kings interactive DVDs. As a former math teacher, I easily understood weight and balance calculations. Navigation using VOR radials was particularly interesting. An early case of "mic fright" gave way to comfortable conversations with controllers at the Class D airport and with other pilots at non-towered facilities.
Key Takeaways:
- The author pursued a lifelong dream of learning to fly, making initial good progress in private pilot training and completing solo flights.
- However, an innate inability to multitask, coupled with a disdain for the precision and constant emergency preparedness required in aviation, ultimately led the author to cease training, concluding they were unsuitable and potentially unsafe pilots.
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