Evan Youngblood

There comes a moment when you look around and realize you’re ready for the task ahead, for me it occured just after the second and final landing of my checkride. A feeling of “I can’t believe I’m done!” came over me as the examiner’s voice came over the intercom.

“You did good,” he said. (continue reading…)

My last entry was on flight 6, I’ve now completed lucky number 13, and my first solo. (continue reading…)

Sunday rolled around and it was time for another trip to the airport. I’d been listening to the traffic on my scanner most of the morning, and the winds were more or less right down the runway, but sustained at about 18 knots with gusts to 25. Not exactly the best wind, but the skies were clear and I wasn’t canceling unless my instructor did. (continue reading…)

The following day, I met Carl at 8:00am for a flight in a Cessna 150 (N50475). Todd and Carl both recommended that I take one flight in both the Warrior and the 150 before deciding which I would like to perform my training in. Today it was cold, about 35 degrees, with winds of 15 knots gusting to 20.

This was my first flight in a high-wing aircraft. The preflight is close, but slightly different than that of a Piper. The first switch, Cessnas have electric flaps, rather than a lever in the cockpit, a small switch held in the down position will extend the flaps to 40 degrees. Cessna’s flaps are about twice the depth of the Pipers, at least they look that way. Other than a ladder for checking fuel, the preflight went on without a hitch. (continue reading…)