I've seen the way Ace has been eyeing my hang glider and chewing on my battens lately. I know what he is thinking. But, I just can't get over the fact that he would clip into my glider at 0.09 pounds per square foot so I put my foot down and take him tandem in my "27" instead.
After a pretty darn good landing I tell him ... it's time ... your going solo. He looks a little nervous, but I suppose that's natural.
I have to admit, I'm a little concerned my self as he can't touch the rudder pedals ... the airbrake lever ... the flap lever ... the gear lever; he won't be able to use the radio as he can't talk yet and the "27" isn't really a trainer. Nah ... just normal jitters I guess as I signal his takeoff roll.
Ace brings her home after a 2.1 hour flight in cold air over the foothills.
Although flying solo isn't a common milestone in too many baby books that I've read, I think it's an important mark for a five month old.
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...And he did it wearing his first bomber jacket - that's cute!
RM
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