Airplane Ride "Yee-haw"
Today I went to Young Eagles, which is a program by the EAA to give kids their first airplane ride. Papa Bear's been reading the weather report because usually if it's rainy or cloudy, they don't give kids rides. The weather report said it was going to rain all day. I could have gone to
Sibshops, which was scheduled the same day, but I decided to go to Young Eagles anyway because I might get a chance to use the Civil Air Patrol's simulator, which I only got to use once or twice before. So we went, and when we got there, we found out they were giving flights because it was only a little drippy. So Papa Bear started signing papers for it, and I went over by the simulator. They told me since I used it before, I should let the people who never used it before use it first, but I could watch. So I watched for a while, and then they called my name. I went up by the desk, and they introduced me to my pilot. I grabbed my jacket and we went out to the plane. He gave me a little safety lesson, which was basically, "Don't go near the propeller. Don't touch the propeller." It might start, and as Papa Bear put it later, turn me into a hamburger, and not a very tasty one. Then we took our picture next to the plane.
Then he showed me how to get into the plane, and we buckled our seat belts, shut the hatch, and made sure it was locked. He gave me a headset so we could hear each other while we were up in the air. He asked permission from the Tower to take off. Then taxied down to the runway. We had to wait a minute before we started because a helicopter was landing. Once the runway was clear, we took off. YEE-HAW, THAT WAS FUN!! We went over Lake Michigan a little bit. Our flight lasted about 20 minutes. We requested permission to land. As we landed, I saw Goldilocks' therapy place. Once we landed, a CAP cadet helped me out of the plane. We went back inside, where the pilot gave me the picture, a certificate, and a logbook. If I ever take flying lessons, I would get credit for my Young Eagles flight. I had him sign my picture, and went back to Papa Bear. We stuck around for a little while, and found out it was a good time to get my flight; about the time I landed, the weather started turning nasty. The cadets started putting the simulator away, so I never actually got to use it. But I got to do something even better: fly!
Sibshops, which was scheduled the same day, but I decided to go to Young Eagles anyway because I might get a chance to use the Civil Air Patrol's simulator, which I only got to use once or twice before. So we went, and when we got there, we found out they were giving flights because it was only a little drippy. So Papa Bear started signing papers for it, and I went over by the simulator. They told me since I used it before, I should let the people who never used it before use it first, but I could watch. So I watched for a while, and then they called my name. I went up by the desk, and they introduced me to my pilot. I grabbed my jacket and we went out to the plane. He gave me a little safety lesson, which was basically, "Don't go near the propeller. Don't touch the propeller." It might start, and as Papa Bear put it later, turn me into a hamburger, and not a very tasty one. Then we took our picture next to the plane.
Then he showed me how to get into the plane, and we buckled our seat belts, shut the hatch, and made sure it was locked. He gave me a headset so we could hear each other while we were up in the air. He asked permission from the Tower to take off. Then taxied down to the runway. We had to wait a minute before we started because a helicopter was landing. Once the runway was clear, we took off. YEE-HAW, THAT WAS FUN!! We went over Lake Michigan a little bit. Our flight lasted about 20 minutes. We requested permission to land. As we landed, I saw Goldilocks' therapy place. Once we landed, a CAP cadet helped me out of the plane. We went back inside, where the pilot gave me the picture, a certificate, and a logbook. If I ever take flying lessons, I would get credit for my Young Eagles flight. I had him sign my picture, and went back to Papa Bear. We stuck around for a little while, and found out it was a good time to get my flight; about the time I landed, the weather started turning nasty. The cadets started putting the simulator away, so I never actually got to use it. But I got to do something even better: fly!
posted by Brother Bear at
11:15 AM
3 Comments:
That sounds like so much fun! I'm jealous.
You're too old but Griffin could do it.
Oh no no no...you went up in a volkswagon with wings..terrible fear of flying..have been up in small planes-it's just..oh boy ..FEAR!!! We haven't taken the kids anywhere by plane yet-I am too afraid that we will be the family on the news..the one the pilot asked to leave the plane in mid flight! :)
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