After reading today's earlier contributions and wishing I had the chance to be in something other than a piston engine I think I need a good cry...
Oh, what have I done? Now it'll be like an itch I have to scratch...
If it had not been for seeing and dropping into this thread, I never would have paid any attention to the small newspaper blurb about an AOPA regional fly-in scheduled at SAF this weekend. Since the airport is not to very far away, I dropped in on Saturday. Saw some old friends and made new ones, drank way too much coffee, gave my arms a doozy of a sunburn, and managed to spend about half an hour in the left front seat of a 172.
Among my old friends, some of whom have been treated more kindly by the years than others, I ran into Richard B, the man who gave me my last check ride. I still remember the fresh faced early-30-something with kids in elementary school and a fresh I ticket looking for students; we've both changed – he's now a grandpa and I sport longer hair, a bra, earrings and a purse. I am not sure who was more surprised.
Long story short, he booked me for an "intro" (should be more like re-into) ride this morning. We flew the pattern a couple of times; I botched the first try at a touch and go in over 20 years but managed to keep it in the pattern and on the runway on the second try. I guess I did remember a bit – he didn't have to yell "right damn rudder" at me once.
He's based at an FBO only a couple of hours away OFR. I have an hour booked for my birthday. Now, where's that danged logbook?
Thank you my friends - you have helped me reopen a door I thought had been sealed for ever. Susanedited to fix typogooficul errirs