Once I’d found that I was good, even if the mist was hiding the
city completely. It may sound bizarre
but I wanted to get lost. You know it was my biggest fear, now I feel confident
I have a plan if the worst should happen. Bob took the time to point out some landmarks,
mostly to help ensure that I don’t bust the control zone of another local
airport.
I was happy and relaxed on the trip home. Bob and I talked; he
quizzed me on some emergency procedures. I worked my way through the scenario
presented. Bob complimented me on my reasoning skills; he has the utmost
confidence in my ability to work through a problem. We chatted about the
traffic, the roads below us remarkably quiet. I’m beginning to understand where
this concept of “spare time” might come from; you don’t suddenly get given it,
it is drip fed to you slowly. Each flight you gain a little more of it.
So Bob and I chatted, I talked aloud as I planned our route,
descent, frequency switches and radio calls. Lulled into a false sense of
security I wondered aloud “So should I start bringing it down a bit here to
join the circuit?”
Bob suddenly crossed his arms, sat back and turned his head away
from me.
Realisation dawned quickly “Oh so THAT’S how it’s going to
be then, eh?” I laughed! Bob joined in “Yep!”
“Fine!” I countered through mock-gritted teeth, “Let’s start
bringing her down to join at circuit height!”
I had so much fun that flight, Bob and I both agree that it is a
different person flying that plane now. She’s not bad at it either, if I do say
so myself.
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