I_Money
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So when I was 17 (almost ten years ago) I got my PPL and flew regularly. I had a great time, tore up the skies of Southern California in my 152, and impressed so many girls with my superb airmanship, they literally couldn't keep their hands off me!
I attended college in England where flying was considerably more expensive, and started to fly less, it was the beginning of the end. When I came back to the US, I never really flew regularly and although I flew occasionally for a year I never regained the confidence I had when fly 3 times a week, or could afford to fly regularly enough to accomplish it.
I would like to get back into aviation, there is a fantastic little soaring club by where we are moving, however my life has moved on from my flying days. My fiance (85 days till wife) has pteromerhanophobia, and although she will never say 'you can't' I know she will fret anytime I go flying. This has rubbed off on me, I vividly remember all those lucky moments (like seeing how high you can come in over the fence, and waiting too long to go around - landing in a rain storm where you can barely see out the canopy, however convince yourself it is VFR as behind you, you can see 5 miles), and rarely recall those flights of pure bliss.
Now I am not scared of flying though I am slightly more apprehensive about it, but what really worries me is if anything does happen the mess I will have left behind. As with any fiance/wife they will be devastated, however how much worse is it when they have an inner voice telling them not to let you go. One of my friends who flies for British Airways, and is a former record holding glider pilot has been told by his wife that until their children are over 18 he is only allowed to fly for work - he is certainly a better aviator than me, and does not disagree with his wife's decision saying flying is dangerous, and she does have valid concern.
I just don't know how to feel - part of me would enjoy flying, but I would not say my life would be incomplete without it, however I could be diagnosed with a terminal illness and be dead by thirty anyways so why not embrace a few more risks.
Please don't misconstrue this as a strict wife - yes she is the boss (no questions there), earns more money than me, however if I wanted to fly she would keep her fingers crossed and tell me to enjoy myself.
I attended college in England where flying was considerably more expensive, and started to fly less, it was the beginning of the end. When I came back to the US, I never really flew regularly and although I flew occasionally for a year I never regained the confidence I had when fly 3 times a week, or could afford to fly regularly enough to accomplish it.
I would like to get back into aviation, there is a fantastic little soaring club by where we are moving, however my life has moved on from my flying days. My fiance (85 days till wife) has pteromerhanophobia, and although she will never say 'you can't' I know she will fret anytime I go flying. This has rubbed off on me, I vividly remember all those lucky moments (like seeing how high you can come in over the fence, and waiting too long to go around - landing in a rain storm where you can barely see out the canopy, however convince yourself it is VFR as behind you, you can see 5 miles), and rarely recall those flights of pure bliss.
Now I am not scared of flying though I am slightly more apprehensive about it, but what really worries me is if anything does happen the mess I will have left behind. As with any fiance/wife they will be devastated, however how much worse is it when they have an inner voice telling them not to let you go. One of my friends who flies for British Airways, and is a former record holding glider pilot has been told by his wife that until their children are over 18 he is only allowed to fly for work - he is certainly a better aviator than me, and does not disagree with his wife's decision saying flying is dangerous, and she does have valid concern.
I just don't know how to feel - part of me would enjoy flying, but I would not say my life would be incomplete without it, however I could be diagnosed with a terminal illness and be dead by thirty anyways so why not embrace a few more risks.
Please don't misconstrue this as a strict wife - yes she is the boss (no questions there), earns more money than me, however if I wanted to fly she would keep her fingers crossed and tell me to enjoy myself.