Every now and then I'll be droning along, fat, dumb and happy at 8500
feet, watching the world unfold beneath my wings, utterly relaxed --
when I will suddenly realize PRECISELY what I am doing. I mean, my
God, I'm a mile and a half STRAIGHT UP, in a vehicle made out of
recycled beer cans, behind a single 1940s-era engine! This is
LUNACY!!

Just like *that* my senses are heightened, my stress level goes back
up (appropriately), and I'm once again operating at peak
efficiency...constantly looking for landing fields, scanning the
engine instruments...

;-)
--
Jay Honeck
Iowa City, IA
Pathfinder N56993www.AlexisParkInn.com
"Your Aviation Destination"

Jay,

I had that happen to me once on the way to Oshkosh, and again on the
way home... I found myself looking at the wings each time and hoping
that they didn't just suddenly fold up on us, dropping us straight
down.

I know its irrational, but it sure does wake you back up to where you
are and what you are doing! It also makes me wish I had a parachute
(on me or the plane).... :-)

Dean