Guest Blog: First Date, First Flight6:43 PM
When the day arrived, I met him at the airport and found myself standing on the tarmac next to a pretty little blue and white plane, my heart pounding, completely unsure what to think of this whole endeavor. Dean introduced me to his airplane, a Meyers 200D, showing me around the outside and pointing out the basic features of an airplane and explaining that inside the aluminum skin of this plane was a steel cage which made her very strong and very stable. He talked me through his pre-flight checks and asked how I felt about going for a flight.
My head was spinning with all this new knowledge: It had never crossed my mind that you could have a little plane and whenever you wanted to, you could get in it and fly somewhere just like that. That flying a plane can be as easy as a road trip only you can go lots further, much faster, without roads to follow or speed limits or traffic signs. That private airplanes did not necessarily cost a bazillion dollars. That there were little airports with restaurants right on the field and you could pop in and have a meal, just for fun. That flight is attainable, even for an ordinary girl like me. The freedom and adventure and beauty and unbridled possibility of it all seemed absolutely magical. It still does, every single time we fly.