I have a story that ties into this whole topic. You'll learn that I've got a quite a lot of stories...my belief is that the real wealth in life is in the memories and stories that you can recount.
Last year at Oshkosh, Samira, Bryan and I went to the beer tent for a few beers after a long day of walking the grounds. It was a lively night and we ended up running into a boisterous group of pilots from Zimbabwe. These guys were a hoot and we had a great time talking with them! They were quite foul mouthed and drunk we soon discovered, but a lot of fun nonetheless.
They were on a summer trip to visit Oshkosh followed by a jaunt over to Sturgis for the motorcycle rally. Not a bad summer in America in my humble opinion. They had a large stack of 20 billion dollar bills...I kid you not. They sure looked like real money. They were handing them out to whoever would take them. This was when their country was in some kind of monetary turmoil and their money wasnt worth the money it was printed on. Anyway, they were quick to tell us they were useless and wanted everyone to know how screwed up their country was. It was actually quite comical listening to them go on and on in their thick accents.
So, the tie-in was...Bryan asked them if they remembered their first solo. And one of them loudly and proudly proclaimed..."a pilot will forget his first $%^# before he will forget his first solo!!" hahaha! I was rolling laughing...I probably would have been a little more eloquent about it, but he was spot on!
The day I first soloed an airplane is a day I wont ever forget....
The day I first soloed an airplane is a day I wont ever forget....
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