Halfway through breakfast the kid came into the cafe and bounced off the walls while telling me and everyone else in there that he had gone home and got his little sister to watch the takeoff. Apparently the other patrons had all driven in so this raised a few eyebrows. While home his grandmother told him to ask me for a ride, as that is how she got her first airplane ride, just by asking. Grandma sounded pretty cool, and probably not an attorney. I was about to ask the kid what grandma looked like, and if there was a grandpa in the picture, but didn't want to confuse him.
Walking out of the cafe, the kid roared up and unceremoniously told his little sister to GET OFF, she was about 7 or 8, and he'd come back for her after giving me a ride back to the plane. Once back at the plane he made me promise not to takeoff until he got back with her, and I told him no problem as I needed his eyeballs to ensure a clear path out, as my proposed takeoff was over a drop off with a limited line of sight. Now this was one of the drop offs that he was used to roaring up and down in the snowmachine, judging by all the tracks. The field was deserted and I didn't really need to give him this task, but he really got into it, and once he gave me the all clear I started my takeoff and as planned didn't really lift off or rotate but just let the ground fall away below me as I went off the embankment. When I last saw the kid he and sister were jumping up and down and waving like crazy, I then, as per the kid's request, overflew Grandma's house and gave the wings a waggle and I was outa there. And yes I will get back there at some point, with the passenger seat and give the kid and maybe Grandma a ride, you would have thought it was 1910 and this flying thing was brand new or something. The kid needs/deserves to go up, he earned a ride that day with his enthusiasm.



