and a beer!
God, I remember doing my IR... seems like it took forever.
Did most of it at night, in the winter.... shovel snow to get the hanger
open every night... freeze my butt off until the hood came on then sweat so
much that I'd demand that the heat be off and I'd have to peel down to my
shirt sleeves. Surprised I didn't catch pneumonia.

I think a big part of my willingness to keep going was that soaked shirt,
sigh of relief, and a beer with my instructor afterwards. I could always
depend on my instructor to either congratulate what I'd been doing right or
explain what I was doing wrong after each lesson. I always learned more
before and after the lesson than while in the airplane.

Jim

"Maule Driver" wrote in message
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I always finished my lessons with a soaked shirt and a sigh of relief.
Nothing better!

xxx wrote:
I've got about 6 hours now and find it not the slightest bit
fun.

Can anyone remind me why I'm inflicting this on myself?