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Starpilot149

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Starlight

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So much has happened since my last journal. I'm about halfway through my Private Pilot's License, have 18 hours of experience, and am about to start solo flying in the next month. The last few flights have been so fun! I've been flying the Cessna 162 Skycatcher; a 2-seater sports plane that's much easier to handle than others I've flown. On my most recent flight, the instructor and I were practicing slow flight, stalls, and steep turns near the Florida Sun Coast. It was a clear night, about 8:00 PM. I'm about to try a "power-on stall". I pull back on the flight stick until the nose of the plane starts pointing towards the sky, and just then I see something which I wasn't quite expecting.
  Stars. Hundreds of them, scattered all over my field of view as I sit enveloped in this overwhelming, surreal moment. I am pulled out of my reverie as the stall warning starts shrieking and I begin to dive towards the earth. I punch in the throttle, raise the flaps and begin the transition to slow flight in preparation to do it again, and again.
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Just last week, I was able to fly again. My dad, Jeff, and I flew for about an hour, landing in a small, almost nonexistant airport before setting off again to Sarasota. On the way back, I was doing a few maneuvers and Jeff thought it would be cool to do some "45 degree banks". He slowed the plane down, and we proceeded to turn into a 50-60 degree roll and banked left as we both pulled up on the flight controls. It was so much fun! The G-forces pressed me into my seat as my world spun around dizzyingly, 3,000 ft below.  I felt like we were made for this type of unbridled freedom, turning and twisting under the towering citadels of clouds that began just overhead. At that moment we became a living, breathing part of the plane, and any fear was replaced by pure joy.

Captains of the Sky.
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Take to the Sky

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On Saturday Feb. 4, I flew an airplane! Me, my dad and our friend Jeff, a FedEx pilot, rented a single engine 4 seat aircraft and flew to Venice where we had lunch and talked. Aside from taking off and landing, Jeff practically gave me free control of the airplane. The flight was just incredible. We were at 3,000 feet, small clouds dotting the skyscape all around us. I remember picking out a small cloud, turning towards it at 150 mph, and pulling into a 60 degree roll as we soared over. I looked out the right window and stared down at the cloud, just yards away, as my wing skimmed its surface.

And for that one moment,

Everything was perfect.

Everything made sense.
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