It’s All About The Pitot Tube

I will no longer be flying, nor a co-pilot. I do hope that anyone who read this learned a little something or at the least got a good laugh. Always trust your instruments! It’s all about the Pitot tube people…and also learning how to pee through a tiny opening in a very confined space.

Good luck and clear skies, Co-Pilots.

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Must Visit Links

Fun Places to Fly
This is probably one of my favorite sites to visit when I’m looking for places for us to fly too. You just enter your airport code or zip code and your range of miles and “poof”…you’ve got an amazing list of places to explore.

SkyVector
An interactive US VFR sectional map that shows airports and airspace around the US.

How To Read A Pilot’s Map Of The Sky
This is a really cool site that breaks down how to read those “crazy maps with all the circles” your pilot has. Tip – also a cool way to impress your pilot with your knowledge. You could use it with the SkyVector site for practice.

AOPA
Pretty much an “everything” website. You can do a paid membership that offers more or a free membership.

FAA
The Official website of the Federal Aviation Administration. I recommend browsing around. It can answer A LOT of questions, granted sometimes it may be hard to understand.

A girl, her pilot and their plane

Our next adventure was just the two of us. We planned to fly to a restaurant called Patti’s, eat some of their famous two inch porkchop and boat sinker desert and enjoy a gorgeous night flight back. I was super excited about flying at sunset…I’m a huge fan of the flying sunset scene in the movie Pearl Harbor (can you say super romantic)

As you can see, the view was out of this world. The pictures really do not do it justice. The flight was smooth, and when it wasn’t, I really didn’t notice because of the full glass of wine I was nursing on the way there. 

Little did we know that the “fun” wouldn’t begin until we landed. As he did his post flight checklist, I called Patti’s to let them know we were at the airport ready to be picked up. It wasn’t long until we saw a vehicle headed our way. 

Now I must preface the next part by saying I am a country girl; I grew up in a small, farming community. I am in no way against small and slightly dirty, pickup trucks…that’s just not what you want to see coming to pick you up at the airport for a romantic dinner in your cute clothes and carefully fixed hair. But, that is in fact, what we got. 

A little white pickup with an official park seal on the side pulled up to where we were waiting. The older gentlemen rolled down his window and asked if we needed a ride. My boyfriend and I glanced at each other before confirming that we did indeed need a ride. The driver then proceeded to clean a spot so we all three could cram into the little bench seat in the front. Even though it was uncomfortable, I was determined nothing was going to spoil this night. 

As we drove, the driver told us about the various wildlife that inhabited the park and pointed out an eagles nest among the trees. A little further down the road he asked how long we planned on staying at the park. We explained to him we had just flown in to eat at Patti’s because of all the wonderful things we had heard about it. 

“I’m from the park service, I can’t take you to Patti’s.” Was his horrifying response. How could this be? We had called Patti’s for a ride hadn’t we?

Unsure of what to do or where to go from here we told the driver just to continue on to the State Park and we would figure out from there. I was starting to get a little nervous…hell, a lot nervous. How had we got our rides mixed up? Once we reached the park we called Patti’s again and told them our situation. Our real ride was actually at the airport and they would have them come pick us up from the park. 

While we waited for them to get there, again, we tried to piece together what happened. All we could surmise was the man from the park must have just been driving by and saw us and we assumed he was our ride. Thank God he wasn’t an axe murderer who was just waiting to pick some helpless jet setters up from the airport! 

Once we got to Patti’s they were phenomenal about getting a table ready for us even though we were an hour late for our reservation (I think they felt sorry for us and our ride blunder). Our food was amazing and their service was even better. I could have eaten my weight in the strawberry butter and flower pot bread. I very highly recommend this as a place to add to your fly too list. 

I also highly recommend never to get into cars with strangers! 

Journey to Lambert’s

8:25 A.M. – We are T-minus thirty five minutes before take off on our first trip. Heading to Sikeston, MO to take his kiddos to Lambert’s, home of the throwed rolls, to eat. He has already at the airport making sure everything is in order.

Definitely excited and a little nervous. I’m always scared I will fail him in my Co-Pilot duties. It will be a learning experience for both of us I believe.

11:20 A.M. –  We made it!!! We are in Sikeston and headed to Lambert’s. Flight was AWESOME! We couldn’t have picked a better day to fly!

12:30 P.M. – We are stuffed from the wonderful food and even bringing home some of their big cinnamon buns for later. Might even take a nap on the ride back.

1:45 P.M. – Getting ready to head home. Our first cross country journey has been crazy amazing so far!

The Danger Zone

  • Flying lessons – Check
  • Fly solo – Check
  • Night flight – Check
  • Pass checkride – Check

Finally, FINALLY…he was officially a pilot. After a year and a half of studying, flying, and me constantly up his tail (pun intended) he had done it. It was enough to make me want to drive down the taxi way, fist bumping the air to the musical stylings of Kenny Loggins.

The day after he passed his checkride we got up early and headed to the airport for our first official flight as Pilot and Co-Pilot. I was so excited! It would just be me, him and the open sky. We loaded up (I was finally in the front seat!) and I watched anxiously as he completed the pre-flight checklist. As we taxied out, my heart raced with anticipation. I felt the plane take flight and begin to climb, watching out the window as our town became smaller and smaller.

I will never be able to accurately put into words the emotions I felt as we flew, just him and I. I couldn’t believe we had actually made it to this moment. He had taken a dream and made it into a reality. Looking down at the ground from five thousand feet made me feel like anything was possible; looking at him confirmed that it was. This amazing, wonderful man that I love took a limit and went beyond it.

The Final Countdown 

It was finally here. The blood, sweat and tears from the past eighteen months had come down to this moment…the check ride. A day full of oral exams and flight maneuvers that separated the boys from the men who would be pilots.

I was so excited I even bought us matching shirts! Mine, of course, said Charlie while his said Maverick. Can you even be a pilot without loving the movie Top Gun? We already had to reschedule once because of weather, but this was it, it was going down (hopefully not the plane!).

I could hardly concentrate at work that day. I’m surprised I didn’t wear out my phone checking it every five minutes. Finally, that afternoon, the text came through…

HE WAS A PILOT!

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I’ll never forget the relief and pride I felt at that moment! I couldn’t believe that everything he had worked for and all the things we had talked about were finally going to happen. The freedom to be able to fly just the two of us…I was ready to just sit in the front of the airplane.

It was definitely a day to remember!