Finally had that rare coalescence of instructor schedule, airplane and weather (not to mention time and money) yesterday. It had been a month since that happened.
For a CFI candidate, I flew pretty badly. My instructor was patient, and I didn't get that annoyed about it because we all have off days and it had been a while; I had a lot of difficulty getting the feel of things again and I wasn't so much knocking rust off as I was desperately looking for the proverbial WD40. Next time will be better and I will suck less.
Fun part of the story:
I taxi back to the airplane's parking spot and set it up so we can back it in. The next renter is there to take it out - a very nice guy who helps us push it back into the spot. He knows my instructor, he introduces himself and we chat for a moment.
"What are you working on, Bill?" he asks me.
"Well, I'm a CFI candidate but I flew pretty much like a pre-solo today."
He chuckles, so does my instructor. We do the paperwork, hand over the keys, and walk back to the terminal.
Turns out that nice, affable, low-key guy had a pretty cool job before he was taking our ratty 172 up.
His other plane was the Space Shuttle.
I got to meet an astronaut yesterday. Hell of a nice guy.
And it put my lousy day of flying in perspective, because I'm pretty sure he had his share of them at one point.
Onward and upward, fellas.