Evan Youngblood

With those words, Carl, my CFI (Certified Flight Instructor), pushed the throttle forward and the newly rebuilt Piper Warrior whose right seat had held me so many times barreled down the runway with a new face in the pilot’s seat.

I’ve decided to write this at three flights into my training, and will be back-dating these posts to reflect each flight on it’s day. My entry into the world of General Aviation (GA) happened in 1994 when my dad handed…