Part 1 | Introductory Flight to lesson 19 |
Part 2 |
Solo to Cross-Country |
Part 3 |
Lesson 27 to Night Cross-Country |
Part 4 |
Test Preparation to Checkride! |
5.20.2002 FIRST SOLO!!!!!!!
I knew that today would be the day. Winds were calm and although it would deteriorate
later in the day, the ceiling was good. Jeff wasn't in yet so I checked the
book to see what plane I was in (N9182W) and
began pre-flighting. As I was finishing Jeff asked me into the briefing room,
grabbed a styrofoam airplane model, and asked me to show him how to land an
airplane. I kept a straight face as I demonstrated, all the while experiencing
an out-of body moment as I watched myself get ready to fly with no one else
in the plane. I felt good, not as nervous as I thought I would be. In past days
and weeks I had thought a lot about how I would feel and act at this moment.
I was sure my apprehension would be a factor but surprisingly today it was not...
But first Jeff had to check me out. I made it a point to verbalize the checklists,
as I'll need to do that for the examiner one day, and we started up and taxied
to runway 36. Jeff switched on the fuel pump and said "I think you missed
that...". Dohhhh!! "Ok, I told myself, stay cool, it was a mistake,
move on, stay focused". Down to the end of the field for the run-up tests.
Taxi to the runway, announce myself on the radio, let's roll... And we're airborne.
The Cadet handles a bit differently than the Warrior, and I'm used to it. It's
the plane I had my first lesson in, and I smile. Ok, around the pattern, verbalizing
all the while. There is a constant workload in the pattern but I feel like I'm
developing muscle-memory or something. It's going good. I do three landings
and Jeff says "You're ready" with emphasis and gusto. "Do you
want to do a few by yourself?" Sure Jeff, get outta my plane! I taxi closer
to the office, shut down, and get out my logbook
and medical certificate for Jeff to endorse. "in case I get pulled over
by the FAA up there?" I'm having another out-of-body moment where time
slows down and I watch myself making small talk about FAA regulations while
thinking about this moment and how I feel. It is difficult to explain, but very
enjoyable. Jeff is very low-key about the whole thing, the only advice he gives
me is to watch my speed on short final.
Ok. It's just me. I've latched the door and pull out the engine-start checklist.
I know what to do: just pretend the instructor is still there! Brilliant! Taxi
down to 36 and I'm not sure if I should do another run-up or not. Hmm, better
play it safe. Ok, now taxi into position. I really look around and make sure
I'm not forgetting anything. Fuel pump on, carb heat off, mixture full-rich,
primer locked, etc. I can't find a reason to turn back so.... "Braden traffic,
Cadet 82whiskey departing 3-6, Braden". Here we go: full power and we're
rolling down the runway. The take-off is beautiful! I'm alone up here! Wow!
I fly the pattern three times, the landings are good. Not perfect, but good.
I make all the radio calls in my best pilot's sang-froid voice and everything
clicks just right. I'm happy that I manage to land three times without having
to go-around, and I discover that without Jeff there to fall back on, I actually
focus more and perform better. It's all me.
As I taxi back to the pumps and shut down I see Jeff and Jean Moyer walking
out to meet me. Jean's got a camera. It's a great moment for me, and I try to
share some of the moment with Jeff. As a young instructor, I imagine he must
feel some pride at these moments as well... "You did it Jeff, you trained
me!". He smiles. Jean snaps a polaroid.
Back in the briefing room things get back to normal as we discuss the next steps
(a checkride with a senior instructor, then cross-country stuff). There is a
David Lynch moment as Jean comes back with the polaroid. There are about 15
first solo pictures on a bulletin board in the briefing room and mine is going
up. But there is something wrong. Jean is agitated and can't figure out why
it came out in black and white. We look at the picture and among all the others
it looks like it is about a hundred years old. I should have brought my long
white aviator scarf...
And that's it. The solo is behind me, and I've climbed another step up the ladder.
Three months and 82 landings later... (0.9 hours, 0.5 as pilot in command, 20.5
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5.28.2002 Lesson 21
After getting weathered-out last Sunday, I got to fly again today. I had a three
hour block reserved instead of the usual two, which worked-out good as the next
step for me was a progress check with a senior flight instructor. The FAR rules
that govern my instruction (part 141) are pretty structured, and the syllabus
is laid out with specific lessons and an order that must be followed. Before
Jeff could forge ahead with my instruction I needed to get checked out. Actually
the progress check is designed to check the instructor as much as the student.
I would have flown with Bob last Sunday, an instructor I've never met, who teaches
because he loves to fly. He is part-time, and was not working today. As I walked-in
to Moyer Aviation today, Verne Moyer is standing behind the counter. He greets
me warmly, shaking my hand and congratulating me on my solo last week. Jeff
is there too, filling out a "First Solo" certificate for me to take
home. It's a nice gesture and I run out to put it in my car so that it won't
be damaged. Jeff asks Verne if he might have some time to check me out today.
Wow, this is great, Verne Moyer has taught more people to fly than he can probably
remember, and I'm lucky to have him fly with me. I preflight the Warrior and
come back into the office. Verne takes me into the briefing room and we sit
down to discuss the weather briefing and then he quizzes me on some basic stuff
to get a feel for my level of knowledge. "Ok, let's go fly" he says...
It's a normal start-up, taxi and run-up. I follow the procedures, verbalizing
as we go. I know I'm being evaluated, but I'm not too nervous. Verne has a way
of making you relax. We take off, a bit shy on the right rudder; Verne critiques
and offers advice. Off to the practice area where we do slow flight and stalls.
Verne has me do several maneuvers and then we head back to Braden. We've done
so many turns that I'm a bit lost and I tell Verne that I've managed to disorient
myself. No problem, he calmly points out a landmark and suggests that I look
at the compass. "Ahh, OK, I know where we are!" We head back to the
airport where Verne has me do three landings and then he tells me to let him
out and tells me to go ahead and do some solo flight. "Stay in the pattern
and do a few landings, maybe two or three, or more if you want". It's 12
noon and I've got the plane until 1PM. "Ok, great" I say. After making
sure I've got my credentials on board, Verne deplanes and now it's just me again.
COOL! Ok, taxi to the end of 18, do my runup, announce on the radio, and I am
off on my 4th solo flight! I'm really enjoying this and it's all starting to
click. I never did have my "bicycle moment", but I know how to fly
and land this plane, and I use each landing to learn and improve. I do two,
three, four landings, each one different, not one of them perfect, but by myself
I can experiment and learn how to adjust and control for different situations.
The fifth landing is actually two landings as I bounce a bit before settling
down again. (too bad I can't log that as two landings in the logbook!). I'm
tired, sweating from the heat in the cabin (no A.C!) but I've got time and I
decide that "six solo flights" has a nice ring to it. The sixth landing
is pretty good and I manage use the first runway turn-off...
Back in the office Jeff comments that he heard I did really good today, and
we talk about the next few lessons. We'll be working on some special take-off
and landing procedures, and then a "cross-country" which is a longer
flight to a distant airport. Best of all, I'm signed-off to take out any of
Moyer Aviation's Piper planes for solo flight! (1.8 hours, 0.8 as PIC, 22.3
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5.29.2002 Lesson 22
Today we practiced short field and soft field take-offs and landings and then
I did some more solo flight around the pattern. (1.5 hours, 0.7 as PIC, 23.8
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6.03.2002 Lesson 23
I had a 3 hour block scheduled for today and Jeff decided that since the Weather
was good, we'd skip right to the Dual Cross-Country today. I was a bit taken-aback,
expecting to cover VOR tracking, but Jeff wants to take advantage of our three
hour block and the weather. I'm all for it, and when I ask about the lesson,
I'm told that it is a high-workload session, and that we'll just do it and see
how it goes... The weather was great, we briefed and worked-out a flight
plan to Lancaster from Braden. I was a bit taken-aback, not really prepared,
but we worked through the pre-flight planning and took off in 9163Z towards
Lancaster. I knew that we were short on time and would not be making the full
trip, but I called out to Allentown ATC our request for Flight-Following to
Lancaster. I was a bit nervous, but there was less communication required than
our last trip into Class-C airspace, so it went OK... Jeff and I had worked-out
a flight plan with checkpoints and everything, but true-to-prediction, the workload
is overwhelming and we don't log the checkpoints... After taking-off from Braden,
I need to call Allentown's approach and announce our intentions. The call is:
"Allentown approach, Cherokee 9163zulu..." Allentown responds and
I say "Allentown approach, Cherokee Niner-one-six-three-zulu is a student
VFR flight departing BRaden airpark at 2000 feet, enroute to Lancaster at 3000
feet, request flight following". Allentown ATC responds and takes me under
it's wing, steering me through it's airspace towards Lancaster. We don't have
enough time to go to Lancaster so Jeff diverts me to Kutztown. All along the
mission was to use landmarks and checkpoints, along with VOR navigation, to
follow the pre-planned flight route. It quickly became apparent, however, that
I don't yet possess the skill necessary to manage such a high workload. It was
all I could do to maintain a heading, an altitude, and maybe try to pick out
a few landmarks along the way. Jeff points out visual references along the way,
showing me how pilotage is done. "There's the Lehigh Valley Mall, there's
route 78, there's Bethlehem Steel, etc..." We did tune the VOR radio to
Lancaster and followed along for a bit before diverting to Kutztown.
The thing about Kutztown is that the runway is concave, and so you land in a
bowl, it is kinda strange... We do two short-field landings, and then
a soft-field landing on Kutztown's grass strip. Definitely cool. Since there
is very little wind, Jeff calls for a takeoff back into the grass strip. It
is really exciting doing this kind of new stuff. We depart Kutztown's grass
runway and head back to Braden, with the requisite Class C ATA communications.
Approach steers us quite a bit south of our route, to avoid ABE's traffic and
then we turn north and turn into Braden's traffic pattern. (1.4 hours , 25.2
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6.04.2002 Solo
I had a 8 to 10AM block so I got to Braden at 7:40 to preflight and get the
weather. The weather is just a formality as it is "severe VFR" (beautiful).
Unfortunately there isn't an instructor around to sign me off to solo. Jean
Moyer calls Jeff at home and after he and I discuss the forecast, he OKs me
to solo. I start-up N43523 and go through my checklist but there's a problem,
I'm not getting a light on the transponder. I shut down the engine and Cliff
the lineman runs over. Cliff is a soft-spoken worker with what I suspect is
tons of aviation experience. I'm always deferential and try to glean any information
from him that I can. He goes and checks with a mechanic, then comes back and
tells me that I should be OK, at altitude the transponder should respond to
ATC inquiries and light up. There must be some weird weather phenomenon
as I've always gotten a light on the ground... The transponder is not critical,
so I fire back up and taxi down to 3-6. My plan today is to practice take-offs
and landings, and also to get out to the practice
area and do some ground reference maneuvers. That's exactly what I do. I'm
pilot-in-command, and that is how I approach today's flight, I'm responsible
for the safety of the airplane and myself, without an instructor to fall back
on. This leads to a somewhat different mindset as I run through the checklists,
make my radio calls, take-off and fly the mission, watching and listening for
other traffic. It's so beautiful up here, flying alone, turning where I want
to turn and going where I want to go. The radio frequency for Braden (123.00MHZ)
also serves a half-dozen other local uncontrolled airports and today is pretty
busy. There is helicopter traffic, various calls asking for advisories, lots
of pattern calls, etc... My ear is tuned to listen for the word "Braden"
which tells me that this is traffic that I care about...
I fly out to the practice area once, work on my ground reference maneuvers,
return to the pattern, land, take-off again and fly out to the practice area.
Then back to the airport and two or three landings. It's a good work-out.. (1.5
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6.11.2002 Lesson 24
With encouragement from my instructor, my sister Allisen
came along today. I showed her the pre-flight procedures and even gave her a
passenger briefing, turning the tables on her! It was hazy, hot & humid,
and with the extra weight of a passenger the plane really felt different. Jeff
had me do a short field takeoff and we still used up most of the runway. As
soon as we were airborne Jeff had me put on the foggles
and close my eyes. Then after several minutes of twists and turns, he gives
me back the controls. With the foggles I can only see the instruments. The lesson
today is VOR tracking. VORs are aviation radio stations that are located all
over the country. When you tune them in on your navigation radio, you can steer
towards or away from the station using an instrument on the panel. (see http://www.navfltsm.addr.com/vor-nav.htm
for more information...) The task was to find our position by getting a fix
from two different VORs. Jeff helped by flying the plane while I fumbled with
the radios, VOR indicators and sectional map. After getting two fixes, I drew
lines from each VOR station on my map and where the two lines intersected was
where we were. I pointed to the map and showed Jeff where I thought we were.
"Excellent!" he said, and as I removed the foggles he banked the plane
to show me Blairstown, NJ. off to our left. Cool! "Let's use a VOR to track
to East Stroudsburg". I'm glad we're actually going to fly somewhere rather
than buzzing around the practice area. It's much more interesting for our passenger!
We fly through the Gap and land at East Stroudsburg. Then on the way back to
Braden Jeff asks me if it would be OK if we do some stalls. It's the only thing
left on this lesson. I look back and ask Allisen if she's OK, then we do two
power-off stalls and one power-on. I've done stalls before, but Jeff has me
put on the foggles this time so I'm on instruments. I delay the recovery a bit
on the first one so the nose drops a bit and Allisen tells me later that she
didn't enjoy that one too much... The next two are fine and we head back. There's
a gusty crosswind at Braden so the landing isn't pretty, but Allisen didn't
seem to mind. (1.1 hours, 27.8 total, 0.6 simulated instrument)
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6.18.2002 Solo
Solo practice today, 7 take-offs & landings. (1.7 Hours 29.5 total)
6.27.2002 Solo
We've been in a weather pattern of hot days and afternoons full of thunderstorms,
and this morning was quite hazy. The wind was out of 250 at 10 knots, so it
was right at the edge of my personal limits, but I felt that practicing crosswind
take-offs and landings would be good. Jeff was off so Rocky, the chief instructor,
checked me out. He actually asked for my student license and checked my logbook!
He told me to have fun, but to watch for the wind picking-up. I was a bit nervous
but I know that I need to improve crosswind skills. The takeoffs went pretty
good: aileron correction into the wind, watch the rudder, rotate at the correct
speed and we're off. I did three turns around the pattern and each landing was
ugly. The first one was a drop from about 4 feet (ouch!), on the second one
I didn't kick out of the crab enough and landed with a side-load on the landing
gear, next was a go-around and after the third one I decided not to punish the
Piper anymore. I taxied back to the pumps and said to Cliff, the lineman, "well,
that was a workout". He just laughed and said that it was picking up and
getting gusty. I'm glad I called it a day... (0.8 hours, 30.3 total)Return
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6.28.2002 Lesson 25
I got a call from Jean Moyer that Jeff had had a cancellation and could do a
cross-country with me if I could get down to Braden by 1:30. I was a bit tired
and had a lot going on at work but I really wanted to get this part of the training
done. (remember that last sentence, you'll see why later). I jumped in the car
and headed down to the airport. This was planned as a cross-country to Lancaster
(see lesson 23) and we were almost out the door to the plane when Jeff retrieved
one last weather report and wouldn't ya know it: a significant difference from
what was forecast. Allentown had lowered it's ceiling forecast to 2500' with
cumulonimbus clouds. We've been in a pattern of afternoon thunderstorms but
a cold front that was scheduled to push through the area was supposed to break
that up. At least that is what Tom
Clark said! We stood in front of the weather machine at Braden, looking
at a few cells southwest of Lancaster and tried to decide what to do. It was
a really tough call but in the end we decided to do a local lesson. Ok, no problem,
we'll get there eventually, better safe than sorry!
I always look at the windsock and mentally prepare for take-off before getting
in the plane. The big decision is which runway to use. Well, I read the windsock
wrong and would have turned down to the wrong end of the runway if there hadn't
been a plane in front of us taxiing. I was surprised when I saw it turn the
"wrong" way! I kept my goof-up to myself and followed it down to 36.
Jeff had me do a couple of laps around the pattern and on my first landing I
knew things weren't going to go better. I again had the wind backward and overshot
the base leg, had to do a big teardrop to get lined back up and then did a very
ugly landing. I tried to relax and get my concentration back, but it never happened.
We headed out to the practice area and did some ground reference maneuvers.
Then back to the field where I got too slow on final and again uglied the landing.
As we taxied Jeff asked " enough for today?" You bet.
The really big lesson today was how tangibly fatigue and lack of mental focus
hampers performance in an aircraft. I was really surprised. (1.1 hours, 31.4
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6.29.2002 (Happy birthday, Mom) Lesson
26
This time I'm well rested, the flight is expected, and the weather is superb!
I say expected, but Jeff did call me and ask me to come an hour earlier. He
wants to combine our cross country with a night flight. The plan is to fly down
to Lancaster during daylight and back at night. I'm really excited about this
flight! I've got all the navigation planned since we've had two previous attempts
at this, and there isn't much weather to worry about. We talk a bit about the
differences with night flying and I go preflight the plane. I'm happy to see
N9182W on the ramp. This is the plane that I used for my first lesson and also
my solo! It is a beautiful summer night and off to the south I see a balloon
rise into the sky. No wait, two balloons! Then four more! What a gorgeous sight!
The windsock hangs limply, and even though it is 6:30PM, Braden is very active
as pilots prep their planes and take advantage of the best flying weather we've
had in weeks.
We takeoff and I call Williamsport Flightwatch to open our flight plan. Then
I switch frequencies and call-up Allentown to request radar following to Lancaster.
The air is glass-smooth and the sun is low, catching reflections in a lake below.
I get on heading, but Allentown has me turn to the south to facilitate incoming
traffic. We get off course for a while so I need to compensate to get established
back on track. It's going great and I dial-in the Lancaster VOR and I see the
needle swing almost to center. This means we're heading pretty much straight
to LNS. We get handed over
to Reading and with Jeff's prompting, I make the required radio calls. Reading
hands us off to Lancaster and says something that sounds like "8 miles
from the airport". When I call Lancaster I tell them my position, 8 miles
from the airport. There is some confusion as they approve me for runway 31,
number two behind traffic at my twelve o'clock 2 miles ahead. We can't see any
traffic. LNS has me make another turn and Jeff looks puzzled. He can see the
airport (I can't yet, but that's not unusual, things are really tough to pick
out if you're not experienced) and we're not heading towards it. Finally Lancaster
comes back and says "cherokee niner-one-eight-two-whiskey I've got you
now, you're 15 miles from the airport, turn to 210, cleared
for runway 26. Ooops! We had both understood Reading meaning that we were 8
miles from Lancaster when we were 8 miles from Reading! Oh well.
Runway 26 at LNS is 5398 feet long and 150 feet wide, with VASI lights to help
glide you in. I could land there with my eyes closed! Well, OK, maybe not, and
I'll keep them open, thank you very much. It is really fun burning up runway
as I try to extend the flare and float as long as possible. The controller asks
where we're going and she tells me to taxi left onto Hotel. I'm not even
close to Golf yet so I putter down the runway some more. We turn onto
Golf and I follow the yellow taxi lines, feeling ever so much like the 747 in
from some faraway place! We park and go into the terminal for a coke while we
wait for darkness and our night flight return.
At 9:30 we're ready. One really cool thing is the combination lock that secures
the ramp area. As you walk into the terminal, there is a sign on the door telling
you what the combination is to get back out. People inside the terminal can't
see the sign, so only pilots know how to get through the door that leads out
to the planes. There is also a few work areas and a telephone for pilots to
call Flight Services, which is what I do to get a weather update. As I'm talking
to the briefer I hear Jeff getting agitated and saying something about "flight
plan". We never closed ours, and the briefer asks me if I'd like him to
update it. Something in his voice (and Jeff carrying-on behind me) tells me
that we've blundered again. I hang up and Jeff explains it to me. It never occurred
to me to close it because I thought it was a round-trip flight plan that we'd
close once we got back to Braden. Nope, Jeff has me call back to confirm that
the briefer has indeed closed it for us. I call back, apologize, and find out
that they had called Lancaster tower looking for us when we didn't check it.
The briefer is cool about it, but it is embarrassing because we could have triggered
a search & rescue mission! That is the whole purpose of the flight plan,
you tell them where you're going and when you'll get there, and if they don't
hear from you, they come looking! Ok, we re-group, discuss our mistakes, and
head out to the plane. I check the plane with a flashlight and get on board.
The idea with flying at night is to conserve your vision. It takes about 30
minutes for your eyes to adapt to night, but only a few seconds for them to
adjust back to bright light. The instrument panel has dimmers, and Jeff shows
me how to cup my flashlight with my hand so that only a bit of light shines
through. It takes longer to get prepped obviously, but finally I'm ready and
we fire-up and call Lancaster ground for clearance to taxi. Again I follow the
yellow lines, this time to runway 31. Using the landing light to see ahead,
we roll down to the end of the runway and then call the tower for take-off.
Jeff has prepped me to rely on my instruments after we lift off, in case I get
disoriented by the lack of visual cues. No problem, this is great fun. As we
climb-out over the city lights, I can see why pilots love to fly at night: it's
breathtaking! We get on course for Braden and since we can't see the ground
features that we used as navigational checkpoints for the trip down, we use
the city lights of Reading and then Allentown to guide us. Flying in the dark
takes some getting-used to, up until now everything was VFR (visual
flight rules) and "see and avoid". The difference here is that, well,
you can't see! At least not in the same way. Airplanes have lights that allow
you to tell which way they're flying (red light on left wing, green on right,
white on tail) and with the lights down below and perhaps a moon above, you
get used to it. Things sound different at night. It seems that your ears try
to compensate for your eyes and you start to hear noises that you didn't notice
before. We pass over Dorney
Park and I bank the plane for Jeff to see. It is all lit-up and I can see
the roller coasters... Neat! What I can't see however is Braden. Our tiny airfield
is tough to pick out. Jeff helps me out and we set up on downwind for 36. This
is where I get nervous for the first time tonight. We get abeam the numbers
and Jeff tells me to cut the engine back to 1500 RPM and begin our descent,
just like in the daytime, a normalized approach and landing. The difference
is that it is pitch black below. I'm not descending into that! Well actually,
yes, yes I am... It's not like I'm blind, I can reference the field lights and
I can sort of make out the horizon, so I know I'm not out of control. It's just
that I can't see the ground below me. OK, trust your instruments. The altimeter
tells me that I'm high enough. Turn final and the landing light illuminates
the runway numbers. OK, I feel better now. Actually I'm instantly calmed. Not
nervous at all. Jeff talks me down: "Ok, start your flare, watch it: not
too low, Ok, hold it off, hold it off" Squeak! the tires chirp and we roll
to a stop. The rotating beacon sweeps over us like some German POW camp in a
Steve McQueen movie. Braden is
dark and deserted as we park and tie-down the Piper. It is 11:00PM. Driving
home on Rte 33 I watch Wind Gap's Independence day fireworks finale. What a
great day... (1.9 hours, 32.3 total, 1.0 night)Return
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7.1.2002 Solo
Hazy, hot and humid, with an 8 knot wind out of the West creating a perfect
crosswind. The heat may cause thunderstorms later on, but it looks good for
now. Jeff is up with a student so I ask Verne Moyer to sign me off. He quizzes
me on the weather and we go take a look at the radar picture as well. Satisfied
that I've actually taken the time to check conditions, he ok's me for local
flight. I'm looking at the windsock and telling myself that if I see it stiffen-up
anymore, I'll walk back into the FBO and cancel. With the June 27 flight still
fresh in my mind I'm a bit nervous but I also realize that I need to practice
this crosswind stuff if I hope to get better! Take-off is fine and I decide
to head over to the practice area. If I decide to abort after a difficult landing,
I might as well get some flying in beforehand! The nerves are still there as
I climb out towards the practice area. The haze is really thick and I see that
I won't be able to climb much above 2300'. I putter around for a few minutes,
practicing slips and slow flight, but all the radio chatter from planes coming
and going from Braden is making me uneasy since I can't see them. Turning around,
I decide to head back. I carefully enter the pattern and land. The wind isn't
so bad now, and I work up the courage to have another go at it. Long story short:
I make 7 landings today, getting a bit more comfortable with the crosswind.
(1.5 hours, 33.8 total)Return
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