Yesterday

OK, here's the deal.  We were doing the taxi to the runway thing, and the pilot was writing down the necessary numbers.  As the little plane ahead of us left, we got into position.  The pilot told me to grab hold of the (steering wheel?) thing.  I did.  I thought he wanted me to feel what he was doing.

As we turned onto the runway and gained speed, he said, "You'd better pull back on that, or we'll never get off the ground!"  I looked at him like he was crazy (he probably was) and said, "Really???"  He was serious.  I started pulling back, and we left the ground!  I got us up to about 1500 before he took over, due to clouds.

The pilot and I *love* clouds, so he did some cool stuff, dodging in and out, around, over, and under them.  It was like a roller coaster.  It was awesome!  When we got close to home, he asked if I wanted to fly low over my house.  Of course I did!  He warned that it would get hot, and it did!

We flew over my tiny town, and I got to fly for another 10 minutes or so.  I got to maneuver different directions and keep the elevation steady (I had to be reminded to quit going "up."  It was SO frigging fun!  When we landed, we were both soaked in sweat, from flying so low, but it was SO worth it!

It was so fun, that I would buy a plane if I were rich.  I would take the lessons and figure it out and do it.  This is the biggest rush EVER!  Honey?  Kevin?  Dear husband?  Can I please have an airplane?