On my sixteenth birthday, my dad was driving me to the DMV office to get my drivers license. As we passed the local airport, Dad said he wanted to stop for a minute to book a rental flight for the following week. When we walked into the airport FBO, he introduced me to my flight instructor who immediately took me up for my first lesson. That was in 1976. Two years later, I was one of two kids in my local high school with a pilots license.
Skip forward about about 35 years, and I now have a flying RV9A. This past weekend I took my 80 year old Dad up for his first flight in my plane. It was a blast. We flew from my home base, Chino California, over to Laughlin, NV. A very quick and fun flight.
Dad is looking more and more like Santa, as we get closer to the holidays.
Departing Chino, we are routed through Ontario airspace
Not much to look at once you get out of the city. Here is something that did catch my eye out in the desert.
Almost there. This shot is approaching Laughlin/Bullhead City from a few miles out.
Called the tower and was instructed to call a left base at 2 miles. That is just about here, where you can see the casinos, the river and airport.
Final approach into Laughlin
From the top floor of the Riverside Resort, I saw a helicopter flying below me with the river and airport in the view.
Heading out the next morning, this guy passed me as I was doing my run up. First time for me, sharing the taxi way with one of the big boys.
Turning crosswind to downwind on departure. Keep pounding those rivets. It's a real blast to be able to hop in the plane and go for an adventure.