Well, without noticing it, I managed to crank over the 500
hour mark yesterday. Not particularly impressive compared
to many in this group for sure, but I have paid for each and
every one of those hours myself. According to the ASF, I'm
now in the sweet spot (between 500 and 1000 hours) where
my accident fatality rate drops to a minimum before inexplicably
starting to rise again (anyone know why? Alzheimer's?). I'm looking
forward to a startling reduction in my insurance premium next year....

The flight was just a hum-drum solo trip into North Las Vegas (VGT),
nothing too exciting. I love the work-out on the radios transitioning
through the class Bravo, and the beautiful views of the city as the
sun rises in the early morning. Nothing really spectacular like
numerous trips over the Grand Canyon. Nothing exhausting, like
a two-hour bouncy ride over Arizona on a hot summer afternoon.
Nothing nerve-wracking, like the night-time journey through a rain
storm in continuous moderate turbulence. Nothing as surreal as
a bout with Mexican officialdom on a trip to Baja. Just plain fun,
and I passed the 500 hour mark in the air without even realizing it.

No champaign on landing. No excited crowds (although I have
manage to survive in the air 50% longer than Amelia Earhart did,
which should entitle me to something). Come to think of it, no
drama whatsoever. Isn't life fun sometimes?

--
Dr. Tony Cox
Citrus Controls Inc.
e-mail:
http://CitrusControls.com/