Who has control,. .. .There's a fierce irony in your post, for me at least. I diverted into Shoreham a couple of years ago, and after lunch in town, I also walked through the gate, with not only the reggie-spotters looking on, but a few pilots, too.. .. .With cute blonde girlie on my arm, I walked over to the newest, most expensive, best-equipped, most powerful aircraft on the ramp, did a brief pre-flight, got in, started up, and taxied off. Did the short-field take-off and climbed out at slightly over 2000fpm (not an aerobatic aircraft, just a comfy machine for covering lots of miles). I can't help feeling that all those C150 pilots felt slightly less smug.. .. .THE ONLY POINT I am making is, that there is nothing sadder than someone in a rented spam-can who thinks he's it. I know where I am, what I can and can't do, and I used to enjoy light aircraft flying before I found a better hobby. I pole jets around the sky and get paid for it, but that doesn't make me special, just lucky. So, before you buy that pair of white leather flying gloves from Transair for your first solo cross-country, bear in mind that it's not who you are, but how you fly. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Smile]" src="smile.gif" /> <img border="0" title="" alt="[Smile]" src="smile.gif" /> <img border="0" title="" alt="[Smile]" src="smile.gif" />