Out of nowhere Bob said “I want to get my pilot’s license”. I can’t think of anything I did recently that could annoy him enough to want to escape my presence at 150+ mph and several thousand feet above me. He booked a trial flight with Cessna.

I am adamantly against Cessna planes. It seems like every day when I check cnn.com there is a news story about a small plane that crashed and it seems that 90% of the time it is a Cessna. Given my luck with flight delays and mechanical problems on commercial flights, I wasn’t too keen on the idea of riding in a Cessna. It was bound to be my death wish. See that mosquito? They call it an airplane.

First, the instructor explained what every doohicky on the dashboard was for. I was pretty smart because I already knew what the GPS was. Who needs training?

The instructor took off down the runway, and once we were airborne he flipped the controls over to Bob. After 30 minutes of instruction on the ground this clown of an instructor thought Bob could actually fly the plane. Thank goodness Bob has spent countless hours playing video games to prepare himself.

Shortly after takeoff I spotted the Flatirons Mall that I go to. Hi Dillard’s and Macy’s!

Bob flew over my office buildings as well.

Standley lake is in this picture. If you knew where to look, you could see our house in this picture:

It was a hot day- 102 degrees to be exact and the plane didn’t have air conditioning. We also encountered a lot of updrafts due to the heat. Updrafts make the plane feel like it will topple over at any moment. I didn’t like it, but mustered up a smile. If the plane were to crash, I’d want investigators to find my camera so people would think I died on a happy flight.

After about 45 minutes in the air, we were safely on the ground. I was glad to be alive, and glad I didn’t have to use the plastic grocery bags and ziplock freezer bags I stashed in my purse.