I went solo on the 24th September, 1977. It was a calm evening and I was winch launched in a K18 at Dunstable. By comparison with the K13 (that were for too valuable to break), it was a sports car and it didn't want to come down. It was a great thing to fly and had a lovely smell. But I do remember thinking when I got out - what do I do now? My other solos, if you want to call them that, were just flights without instructors.
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