Crashing? Can we still make
Christopher David Petersen
Copyright 2011 Christopher David Petersen
It was a cold fall day in New England. I remember it clearly. There was a heavy overcast that blanketed the entire northeast. The cold air felt raw and distinctly uncomfortable, but I didn’t care ‘cause I was now an instrument rated pilot. I was a hero in the sky. Only a select few general aviation pilots ever move to this lofty status. Oh yeah, I could handle anything now that I had just obtained this new license the day before.
Moments before the flight, I had called Flight Services and received the weather for my route of flight: heavy clouds, ceilings beginning at 800 feet; rain, heavy at times; strong headwinds along my route of flight. Yes, today I was going to put this new license to the test.
“We’re you scared?” You ask.
‘Course not… and besides, I had Bob with me.
Who’s Bob, you ask?