I have very early memories as a 'little one' of climbing into the back of our station wagon (well before seat belt laws and when kids freely roamed vehicles) with my face pressed against the side rear window as we drove by the local airport hoping I would see an airplane taking off or landing. I have had the bug since I can remember. Airplanes are just cool. People who work around them are even cooler. I guess I am just Pink Floyd's 'Earth Bound Misfit'.
My journey started with Tamiya remote control cars which were great and a whole lot of fun. After I learned to assemble, operate and rebuild them, I figured I should tackle Remote Control Airplanes. Flying was my first true love of course, so why not?! I started in middle school with a 3 channel off brand airplane and then was on to Carl Goldberg's 'Eagle 63', a Great Plane's P-51 (sweet Bird), the Great Plane's Tiger 60 (souped-up with with retracts and a Big Ole 4 stroke swingin' a huge prop) etc.
When I started R/C flying, my R/C Instructor wouldn't solo me. So after a while I decided to solo myself while my dad was at work... in our front yard and over our horse pasture. I was successful the first few times. Thank God I didn't hit one of my sister's horses... Sheesh, this story would have ended very abruptly! Shortly thereafter, my Dad and I began repairing and building RC planes together. It was a great way for us to bond and share a common interest in spite of my exuberant teenage year's dramas. He loved the craftmanship of the kits and I loved to fly them. We still have 7+ surviving R/C planes hanging up in their house which always remind me of how aviation saved the relationship between me and my Dad. My Dad still to this day, 30+ years later will stop everything and ask me questions about flying and listen for as long as I can talk. What is just 'work' to me is an adventurous story to him. To have my Dad hang on every word about my travels and experiences is still shocking to me.... I was the twerp that broke all his stuff while I was growing up and here he is hanging on my tales...?! Flying gave this bond to us.
I solo'd in a C-152 (N65427) my junior year of high school and I basically gave up everything for flying. I was hooked! High school ended and I had to do something. I was very fortunate that my Mom and Dad sent me to a small aviation university in Florida. I still think they were more surprised that I got into a university than I was. I got an 'Airline Pilot' degree and.... took it to the Army and learned to fly Attack Helicopters. My poor parents! I always wanted to serve our country, I was a Pilot at heart and the Army (unwisely) took me in and taught me to fly AH-64's. What an experience. The Army is really, *Really* good at training - I am proof. The instructors & mentors I was lucky enough to encounter there are national treasures in my humble opinion. The Apache will always be my true love. She was a veritable Magic Carpet Ride. Fun, honest and always brought me home. Special place in my heart for Her!
After active duty I have flown my old Thorp T-18, Twin Comanche's, Seminole's, EC-120's, Bell 206's more General Aviation (my therapy), Regional Jets (CRJ-200's & ERJ-145XR's), OH-58's, UH-72's, Army King Air's and a Boeing 73 for my current beLUVed civilian job.
During college, I flew M20J's and earned a few of my certificates in them. Comm ASEL, INST rating, and CFII. I was always amazed at the grace and finesse of a Mooney's handling during precision instrument flying. Aerodynamically they are amazing when you consider their engineering, efficiency and craftmanship. It was only a matter of time before I got back into Mooney's. Apache's will always have my heart, but Mooney's will be my therapy.
Part of the reason to get back into Mooney's is to travel our Beautiful country with my daughter. When I logically assessed the airframe needed to do this, Mooney's were the only choice. Their safety (4130 Chromoly Tubing Frame), efficiency (NM/gal), and my sentimental attachment made it an easy choice.
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