I spent Friday and Saturday at Noah’s Ark (06MO) just hanging out. Worked on a Cessna 150 a tiny bit, watched mostly, did an oil change, had a broken carb heat cable (which the owner caught on a RUN UP, GOOD JOB!) and the mount on the air inlet box was broke so that had to be welded, and some other small stuff.
Saturday my dad’s A&P mechanic showed up to finish the install of a new air/oil separator system which took 3-4 hours... and afterwards, I went on a short check flight to make sure all was good!
The 1940 something Piper Pacer flew like a dream. I just rode in the right seat up to about 2000ft then my dad handed me the controls and I flew for 15 minutes or so, making a few turns and trying to maintain my altitude. He offered to let me land it, a good idea at the time, not so good at about 300 feet when he decided I was too fast and high, it was a rough and bouncy landing. He was embarrassed, I couldn’t stop smiling. My anxiety never showed up, I was not 100% relaxed like I could take a nap, but the heart rate and breathing stayed just a tinge above where they should be. As soon as we got back, I wanted to go again. Progress YES!
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