Pug’s Place

I took about two hours this morning and got back into flying — I hadn’t flown since the second week of December. I felt the need to not only taste some sky but to also practice some of the basics again: stalls, slow flight, specialty landings and so forth. So I took N60616 around Maricopa doing maneuvers, then did some short field and slips-to-land sort of landings.

Anyway, a middle-aged sort of gentleman helped me push my plane back into its parking space and, after talking with him a few minutes, I learned that he was a student pilot (around 17 hours) and starting to contemplate the scary idea of soloing sometime soon. After tying my plane down I walked back over to where he was preflighting his aircraft for a lesson and gave him my contact information, telling him that if he ever wanted to talk with or ask some questions of another new pilot to give me a ring.

We’ll see if he does. And we’ll see if I completely forget about this exchange by the time he calls/emails.