7 years ago I was early in my PPL training, pre solo. I had grown accustomed to the stodgy appearance and 2,000' take off roll of my club's overloaded Cessna 150. (Instructor and I put it over gross)
My instructor and I were taxiing for takeoff. KANE Blaine, MN. A plane from the other side of the field got takeoff clearance first so I held short. Oh my God it was beautiful. Low slung, tail dragging thing looked like it was going 200 in the taxiway. "What is *that?" I asked. My instructor replied "oh, that's one of those RV's. You build them at home. Watch it take off". It rolled forward what looked like 100' and then left almost vertically. My jaw hung slack, I knew I had to have one.
I've lurked here every since, dreaming but knowing it was outside of my space and finances. Then my boys got into that youth sports age and I had no time to fly at all. I dreamed of an 8, but knew the 9a would better suit my intended mission if touring with my wife. (Who made it to almost 300' agl in the c150 on her only flight before demanding to land). The 8 just seemed selfish.
As my boys time with sports of rapidly coming to an end I've been more intent on making this happen. I showed my wife paint schemes, seating arrangements, asked her opinion on pretty much anything that would affect her experience should I every get her back in a small aircraft. (Hey opinion is that the 747 is nice, but anything smaller flies "bumpy", including a 737). Finally she hit me with it. "Honestly, I'm not really interested in flying around in your little airplane". There it was.
I pick up my 8 tail kit later this month. I'm shopping for tools. You're all a bunch of crack dealers.
If you know who has that 6 or 7 with a high end paint job, blue and silver with a fading checkered flag down the length of it, it's his fault. Thank him for me.
My instructor and I were taxiing for takeoff. KANE Blaine, MN. A plane from the other side of the field got takeoff clearance first so I held short. Oh my God it was beautiful. Low slung, tail dragging thing looked like it was going 200 in the taxiway. "What is *that?" I asked. My instructor replied "oh, that's one of those RV's. You build them at home. Watch it take off". It rolled forward what looked like 100' and then left almost vertically. My jaw hung slack, I knew I had to have one.
I've lurked here every since, dreaming but knowing it was outside of my space and finances. Then my boys got into that youth sports age and I had no time to fly at all. I dreamed of an 8, but knew the 9a would better suit my intended mission if touring with my wife. (Who made it to almost 300' agl in the c150 on her only flight before demanding to land). The 8 just seemed selfish.
As my boys time with sports of rapidly coming to an end I've been more intent on making this happen. I showed my wife paint schemes, seating arrangements, asked her opinion on pretty much anything that would affect her experience should I every get her back in a small aircraft. (Hey opinion is that the 747 is nice, but anything smaller flies "bumpy", including a 737). Finally she hit me with it. "Honestly, I'm not really interested in flying around in your little airplane". There it was.
I pick up my 8 tail kit later this month. I'm shopping for tools. You're all a bunch of crack dealers.
If you know who has that 6 or 7 with a high end paint job, blue and silver with a fading checkered flag down the length of it, it's his fault. Thank him for me.
