Skybound

So I flew this weekend. As in, I sat behind the controls of a plane and flew the fucker. Very cool experience. Definitely not as difficult as I thought it would be. The Cessna I flew was very forgiving – it was as if it wanted to be up in the sky.

We took off from SM airport (I pulled back on the controls as soon as we hit 55 knots), hit a right at the coast, and cruised for about half an hour at 3500 ft., up above Malibu.

Christy – my ridiculously young and somewhat attractive flight instructor – offered a few tips, then simply let me have at it up there. I rolled this way and banked that way, climbed here and dove there…even got into a bit of a spiral turn where we could feel the Gs. It was exhilarating and quite beautiful, really.

On the way back inland, I made a point of veering off course a bit...flying close enough to my apartment to see the actual building. Then we followed the 10 for a while, hit a 180, and touched back down.

I don’t feel the need to slap down ten grand and get my license, but I would def do it again. Some pics:

Instructor Christy and Captain Tomorrow

Me & my wings

The marine layer

The L.A. basin
Ahoy!