Flying in Crosswinds turns one year old tomorrow.
Over 24,000 views, from over 2,000 unique IP addresses. That boggled our minds. Why would so many people come here?
Then we looked at our stats. Of 52 articles this year, your all-time favorites are
- Touring Our Backyard in a Flying Soda Can — 1,175 views
- Angelina — 781 views
- My Dad and His Delicious Airplane Tales — 689
- The Great Raid — 688
- Flying Into a Volcano — 554
- The Belly Dancer — 454
There you go! Flying, sex, fire and brimstone, and war stories. The winning formula 😀
Carlo and I still tour around in our flying soda can, but mostly at the ‘Charlie’ training areas, doing steep turns, chandelles, lazy eights and spins. That’s about all the aerobatics Cessna certified the 152 for. I crave for my monthly 3.5 G fix in Meynard’s Decathlon.
In two more weeks I will have lived as long as my Dad did. After that I will be older than he ever was. That worries me, strangely. The torn edge of an aeronautical chart. I’ve come to the end of all his experiences.
He died so young.
I now get to save or spend $10,000 a year. Would a Garmin 530 be excessive in a 152? 😛
Carlo and I are flying to Switzerland, as I write this. The Himalayas are to port of our B777, and the Gobi desert is to starboard.
Carlo was asleep, 27 rows back in Coach. I woke him up to look out his window. The highest mountains in the world. I thought he would like that. The incurable romantic. Wonder who he got that from?
We thought it was a hoot. We had to keep editing out the word “Dad” from his articles. He couldn’t get used to calling me by name.
We move on to a second year of stories and pictures. Thanks for visiting here, and thanks for your comments. Sorry the site turned out to be straight (there goes the gay half of the readership!). Hey, we’ll do an article on John Travolta! So you can look forward to more flying, sex and war stories in Flying in Crosswinds.
Posted from Lausanne, Switzerland, March 30, 2008.