"Newbie" Tales. We were all beginners at one time, and we have stories to share.
We've all been there, some of us are still there. Everyone that flies, started out at some point, and made some funny, if embarrassing mistakes.
I thought it would be fun to collect those tales in a single thread.
For example...
I remember when I was starting out, and I was crashing plane after plane. I had a very expensive learning curve. Well, finally I was flying well enough I wasn't a constant danger to other people, and I decided to join a club.
So, there I am, surrounded by guys who had been flying for years, and I put my plane in the air. It wobbled, and it swerved, I made a pretzel of a pattern around the field. I must have made ten laps in the attempt to make two. After three sweaty and shaky minutes I felt I had done as much as my heart could take, and I brought it in to land. Of course the plane crashed, but, it wasn't so damaged that it couldn't be flown again. I proudly walked over to it, and picked it up. When I returned to the pit, I was very exited to brag to the guys there "not bad huh? I've only been flying for 3 months."
I wonder if the doctor had to stitch his tongue, because that man was very gracious in not replying with something like "you called that flying?" or "and it shows!"
We've all been there, some of us are still there. Everyone that flies, started out at some point, and made some funny, if embarrassing mistakes.
I thought it would be fun to collect those tales in a single thread.
For example...
I remember when I was starting out, and I was crashing plane after plane. I had a very expensive learning curve. Well, finally I was flying well enough I wasn't a constant danger to other people, and I decided to join a club.
So, there I am, surrounded by guys who had been flying for years, and I put my plane in the air. It wobbled, and it swerved, I made a pretzel of a pattern around the field. I must have made ten laps in the attempt to make two. After three sweaty and shaky minutes I felt I had done as much as my heart could take, and I brought it in to land. Of course the plane crashed, but, it wasn't so damaged that it couldn't be flown again. I proudly walked over to it, and picked it up. When I returned to the pit, I was very exited to brag to the guys there "not bad huh? I've only been flying for 3 months."
I wonder if the doctor had to stitch his tongue, because that man was very gracious in not replying with something like "you called that flying?" or "and it shows!"