I was 48 before the demands of kids education,university , mortgage, weddings etc relaxed their grip on my (pretty good) NHS salary enough for me to be able to learn to fly.
16 years on my only regret is that my wife (whose pressie of a trial lesson got me hooked) steadfastly refuses to fly with me: Her antipathy is such that she never wishes me a good flight when I go to the airstrip or asks me how I got on when I return.
Her only slight showing of interest was when my grandson (8) had his first flight last month: She dragged herself to the strip with his mum: presumably to make sure I didn't kill us both...........
Aeroplanes every time.
Cusco
