It was truly an odd feeling when the plane, the ENTIRE plane, would surge slightly down, leaving your stomach in your throat and your palms sweaty, holding on to the stick for dear life... only to relax again after seeing that you weren't going to suffer a terrible and fiery death. But just as soon as you descend back into a state of relief and calm, the tail of the plane swings slightly out to the right and you find out what it feels like to have your stomach not in your throat, but to your right or left side, a truly remarkable and indescribable feeling.
It was a nice flight though. Nothing too dramatic aside from the feeling of being on a constant, invisible, and unpredictable roller coaster. We passed over the family's house in Hercules, and it gave a pristine view of the San Fransisco skyline.
We landed at Half Moon Bay, took a walk around the pier, then headed back to Concord. On our way back we saw many other planes, and had to keep a careful eye out to make sure we didn't fly into their airspace, but we ended up just fine with a new experience to blog about. Happy New Year! It is up to you to make it a good one.
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So who is the pilot? Lianna's dad or the friend? I've never been in one of those planes, but Jason has. It sounds a little crazy to me...apparently at the law firm where my brother-in-law is a partner there is something in their contracts that say they can't fly in those little planes...that tells me something about their safety!
You left out the part about how you were too big to fit in the back seat so that's why you got to fly so much. That's lucky. When Bill took Debbie and me flying, we took turns and I learned that the front seat has a much better view than the back does.
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