Occasionally, just occasionally I manage to do something that Bob
hadn’t anticipated, something that throws him a curveball!
Today, as we were flying to the Northwest corner of the practice
area, Bob set me up with a scenario that’d basically require a precautionary
landing. An ill passenger. Not heart attack ill but sick enough so that they
wouldn’t make it to our alleged cross country stop two hours away.
After extracting a little more information from him, I established
that he wanted on the ground in the next ten minutes.
“OK then, I guess I’m taking us to Markham then.”
Bob laughed, genuinely surprised by this turn of events. He hadn’t
counted on the fact that as I’d been talking to him I’d run my thumb along my
map and established that I was less than 10 miles from the privately owned
strip. It seemed like the best course of action to me.
Bob agreed but what he’d really wanted me to do was pick a field
and set up for a high and low pass, that I had time to properly inspect the
field.
I actually thought he was being devious and wanted to see if I was
paying attention to where I was.
Apparently I outwitted him.
That has got to be a first!
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