DrBenny
New Member
OK, you read enough of my bitching and whining enough, so here you go--a "happy rant":
Imagine a day, in the middle of November in Maryland, with near perfect weather. Imaging an instrument lesson where you are tracking radials perfectly, holding altitudes exactly, and flying a perfect ILS to minimums. Imagine a day where you don't forget even the most minor items (such as folding a chart just the way you want it), and everything goes better than you thought it ever could. Oh, and imagine performing every landing where you touch down baby's-butt softly, and hold that nose until it settles to the runway whisper-softly, in sweet time, all while tracking perfectly down the centerline.
And then you have a nice lunch with your CFII.
Believe it or not, my friends, it does happen.
Imagine a day, in the middle of November in Maryland, with near perfect weather. Imaging an instrument lesson where you are tracking radials perfectly, holding altitudes exactly, and flying a perfect ILS to minimums. Imagine a day where you don't forget even the most minor items (such as folding a chart just the way you want it), and everything goes better than you thought it ever could. Oh, and imagine performing every landing where you touch down baby's-butt softly, and hold that nose until it settles to the runway whisper-softly, in sweet time, all while tracking perfectly down the centerline.
And then you have a nice lunch with your CFII.
Believe it or not, my friends, it does happen.