Learn to fly.
That takes money, I don’t have.
Of course, I’m not going to stop with just a regular license. I want to learn acrobatics (I predict needing a barf bag).
And that means going out and buying that fire engine red biplane.
And then there’s learning to fly a soarplane. I got in one once. Correction. You don’t get in a soarplane. You put it on.
Interestingly, I had this exact conversation of learning to fly with the pilot of the T-5 Texan at the CAF. I complained I was probably to old.
He told me about an eight-five-year-old grandma who just got her license.
There went my excuse.
So maybe on day.
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Yes, Rich, learning to fly would be great. About 40 years ago, I had it in mind, but very limited income. When I was hired by General Motors and thought about it again, I didn’t have time for quite a while, as I was on call at night. Then GM moved me from where it was possible to a Tech Center north of Detroit.
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