Reminds me of kayaking. First, they get you comfortable with the easy stuff. Turn right, turn left. Then, day 2 means...what to do when the (feces) hits the fan. I found out today.
Sat in the back seat while my buddy Brandon stalled the aircraft, intentionally, to practice stall recovery. This means making the plane un-airborne, so it starts to slip out of the sky. Scary. In the back seat, I am helpless to the mayhem in the front seat. For a moment, I nearly quit aviation.
Then I got a crack.
These stalls are much more fun up front. From there, you can recognize the signs of impending doom and fix things. I enjoyed that part much better.
Still not very good, to be honest. I have a taste for flying now, but landings, maneuvering, and stalls are getting me down. Plus side - I can get that old Cessna lady off the old ground without much trouble.
Day two was pretty fun, I'll be studying and trying to make day three even better.
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