Sat Aug 13, 2011 11:48 am
Just flew my housemate, then his 16-year-old daughter and then his 10-year-old son.
The 10-year-old hit toy overload, and got pretty quiet with big huge eyes and hands locked on the yoke as he tentatively banked the plane to see people floating, fishing, and skiing on the river; the sixteen year old wasn't too sure about the idea (her first flight), until she started recognizing places and found her high school. My housemate, who used to catch rides as often as he could before kids, was pretty quiet and grinning pretty broadly, especially as he had the yoke and rudders and turned to watch two cars practicing at the speedway.
According to my housemate, I did a "bad, bad thing." Not just reminding him how much he likes flying, but also informing him that if he packs lunch every day for a week, he'll easily have the gas money & engine kitty to fly her for an hour... and I know this instructor...and did I point out the citabria for rent?
First hit's free...
My husband declined to fly, as he's not feeling up to it today, but had a thoroughly fun time watching the housemate and the kids. It's been a good Saturday, and it's not yet 2pm.