Solo

Dang, that’s a long drive! About 400 miles each way and the A/C died on the way up on Monday.

Random thoughts that actually connect (I think):

• Driving alone, I get to listen to my music and turn it up REAL LOUD (especially when the windows are open to avoid dying from heat stroke)
• There’s a lot of time to think with six hours on the road
• When I get clear of the trucks and “rolling roadblocks” I push it to “maximum freeway speed” in order to keep the drive time to a minimum
• I wasn’t so much driving real fast as I was flying real low
• It would have been faster if I were flying, although my cargo load is better in the minivan
• Solo + flying + thinking + really, really tired = pictures (taken with my camera by my flight instructor) of my first solo flights on December 14, 2007:

First solo landing

Third solo landing

Exhilarated!

Achievement unlocked, although I have no clue what took that divot out of my hair. The flight school office staff and my instructor then cut my shirt off, drew on it, and hung it on the wall. I guess it’s a tradition.