Sorry. A passion has gotten the best of me, lately.
About five years ago, I got too fat to fly. No, it wasn’t a command, not even an admonition. I just felt fat…crappy. Essentially, I felt a deep unworthiness to fly — hang gliders (my primary deal), powered planes, sailplanes. I quit doing all of them.
So yesterday I strapped into the cockpit for the first time in 4 1/2 years. Then, it had been nearly 8 months since my last solo outing and my instructor called to offer to keep me current. So we did, next day. tok a ride and he signed me off to continue solo training. He didn’t make that offer again, nor should he have; because I hadn’t flown since.
That’s the Evektor SportStar Max.
So, I’ve taken on a double challenge: re-familiarize myself with piloting and learn a new airplane all at once. I learned on the Citabria, a tail dragger. And while their Citabria fleet numbers somewhere between 8-10, now (more than before), they also have that gem, above. And I wanted to check her out.
So I did, last two days in a row. I found out that she still remembers how to fly. The takeoffs & landings (and radio work with the tower) are rusty — better day 2 — but apart from that stress and even creating stress with stalls and other work at altitude, it was all very good. Not exactly like riding a bicycle, but enough principal elements remain to make it very much worth it to rekindle a passion.
C’mon, what lost passion do you want to recapture?