My first flight was surreal to say the least. It was a perfect morning and though I was nervous, I was also ready to share this experience with him. It wasn’t too cold for autumn but we brought a blanket anyway (good thing to keep in the plane or your flight bag, by the way).
Before we got there he was “briefing” me on how it was going to go and what to expect. I would be wearing a headset that the pilots use to communicate with passengers in the plane, other pilots in our area and any towers that were in listening range. It might also be a little more bumpy than commercial flights so not to worry if it’s not as smooth as the commercial flights I was used too.
Braced with my information and sheer determination to enjoy this moment we loaded up in the tiny, four seater Cessna. I sat in the cramped yet cozy back seat while he sat in the pilots seat with his instructor by his side. I had full faith in my boyfriends flying abilities, but it still made me feel a little less nervous that we had an experienced pilot in there.
I watched as he went through his checklist, turning dials and checking things off. As we started to taxi out I noticed the instructor had his door ajar. I didn’t think much of it at first but as the seconds turned into minutes, I became more and more panicked when he still made no move to close and latch it. The further we got down the taxi-way the faster my heart started beating; my eyes riveted to the door that needed to be closed…NOW. I mean, this guy was the instructor right? I had horrible visions of taking off and the door swinging open from the pressure while we are all sucked out…or left in the plane as it plummets to the ground!
Finally, I could wait no more…I had to save us all! Interrupting what was probably an important conversation, I immediately blurted out that the door was still open.
“Yeah,” My boyfriend responds, “There isn’t air conditioning in here and we don’t like shutting the door until the last minute so we don’t get hot.” They both return to their pre-flight rundown as I slowly try to melt into the back seat.
Needless to say I didn’t speak anymore for the rest of the trip. But, other than feeling like a silly nincompoop, my first flight was absolutely amazing! The view was breathtaking and just the experience of watching him fly took my breath away!