So the conversation starter is this- when did you realize this flying caper was for you? What inspired you to fly? What wonderful things have you been privileged to see in the skies that those on the ground might have missed? I thought about this for a bit. It really started with my son, who was 15 at the time. A friend of mine , who I had known for around 30 years said “bring James up to <?:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:place><st1:PlaceName>Murray</st1:PlaceName> <st1:Place>Bridge</st1:place></st1:place> and I’ll take him flying “. He was an instructor, flying Jabirus. I did, and they did and that was it. He had his Recreational license with the cross country endorsement at 16 and a bit, before he had learnt to drive a car. He has just done his first BFR in fact. So how about me? Its very instructive to be flown down the coast by your son. My Avatar is taken from the right hand seat of a Jabiru. This view is what inspired me to do the same as James had. I got the same cross country endorsement 6 months ago and am now in the market for a plane, probably a J160. It’s a strange world.<?:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
Marcus
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