Memories

I was drifting through some interesting blogs just the other day. these blogs were recommended to me because of one of my interests is flying. I came across several by new pilots and pilots in training and the memories I have of my first 100 hours came rushing in on me. I decided that I would share some of these with every one of you who visit my blog. (both of you).
My first flight. Lowry AFB Aero club. January 1964. Cold clear skies that are pretty common in Colorado. The day was about 15 or 16 degrees. I was shivering pretty heavy during the walk around. The instructor was explaining everything he was doing but I was shaking so much I don't think I understood what in the hell he was saying. I thought he was speaking to me in a foreign language. Looking back I believe that I was shaking out of nervousness, not the cold.
Well, we climbed aboard that old beat up C-150 and cranked it over and the adventure began. The air was smooth as glass. My eyes were glued to the instrument panel and the instructor kept talking in that foreign language.
After a few long minutes I tore my eyes away from those instruments and looked out the windshield at the foothills of the Rockies with a blanket of January snow and BAM! I was hooked on flying forever. suddenly the instructor started speaking English. I warmed up and stopped shaking. Then I had the controls. My instructor said just make a few easy turns, which I did. Left, right, left, right. I was having a ball. (I would worry about those pesky pedal on the floor later)
Then it was over. We landed on runway 08. Taxied back to the Aero Club. I walked out of there with a brand new flight log with .6 hours of flight time. And a new passion. Flying.