First flight was October 1978, without referring to my logbook. Cessna 150, EI-BCV out of Dublin airport with one Mr Brendan Davis as Instructor. In order to demonstrate that despite appearances we were travelling quite fast, he descended to Fairyhouse racecourse and we circulated the chase course somewhat at the level of a taller racehorse.
Later I went solo in the same aircraft. I believe it's still extant. G-BOBV these days.
Landing back at Dublin, feeling a bit light headed. I was hooked. Returning home to my Father, who was always a bit dubious about my ambition to be a pilot. I told him, 'Well you'll never talk me out of it now.'
Looking back it was a pity he didn't try harder. I actually hate flying now. Consider it a huge waste my life. Pity really.
Last edited by corsair; 13th May 2011 at 18:31.