OK. How fat can I be?
			 
			 
			
		
		
		
		
The soaring bug is in me. But unfortunately so is that chicken-fried steak, mashed potatoes, fried okra, turnip greens and apple pie I had for dinner. 
 
I'm a fairly big guy; six foot, one inch tall, broad shoulders. Let's put it this way... I can't drive a Miata. Assuming I crack the scales at the beginning of next years' season at say, 240, am I going to be able to find a plane that can handle both me and an instructor? Am I going to be able to find a ship of my own later? That I can afford (read: cheap)? 
 
Be honest. I can sniff take it. 
 
Curt 
 
 
 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
	
		 
		
	
	
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