Likewise! My instructor weighed 260lbs, and were flew a Full IFR 150!

 

Yeah, my instructor is about a buck fifty and between the two of us we're about three hundred and eighty pounds. With a full IFR 152 we have to be pretty cognizant of our fuel load and CG limits (Ever have to put your gear bags against the back wall of the cargo area? )

 

On my PPL checkride; The examiner was 310lbs and at the time I weight 210lbs all muscle though. The CG was on the line at the limits; It was pretty weird rotating at vr; and touching the examiner stomach with his yoke; and I had to call maintenance to drain fuel off the 172. That was an interesting day

 

Taking off with the sun coming up at your back, looking down at the thousands of cars stuck in traffic on the highway at the end of the runways.

 

APC- a place for singles to meet

Your safe here bri, I dont think anyone was going to accuse you of being fat

 

-- The Northern lights on a cold winter night from Goose Bay to Mildenhall
-- Europe at night ....anytime
-- The vastness of Africa laid out below you droning along at 20,000 feet
-- The stark difference in the green of the Nile valley and the surrounding desert.
-- the quietness of the T-37 cockpit on your first solo
-- Fingertip formation in a T-38
-- The huge cappuccino's at the Navy Base ops in Naples
-- The beauty of the Italian Alps while on approach into Aviano
-- The view from the Apollon Hotel in Athens
-- Happy hour at the Jolly Beach resort in Antigua
-- The quietness of the ATC freqs on a all night transcon....well except for our BOX carrying friends
-- Sunrises and Sunsets beyond belief.....
-- The beauty of the Andes flying into Bolivia
-- The relief you feel when ( back in the day when we had navigators on the C130 who actually shot celestial ) the TACAN/VOR locks on at coast in....AND its where it's suppose to be...

more im sure...but those are a few...

 

It's 10 PM and after an hour of summertime solo flight in the far north bush at 900 AGL, sliding into a perfect approach, hearing the intermittent bleat of the 206's stall horn, the distinct sound of the mains crunching into the gravel, getting out of the plane and hearing nothing except the light rustle of the wind.

 

Walking into a FBO to buy charts and being swarmed by starving FBO CFI looking to add another 0.1 in their books....

"hey, mister...you need a checkout in the C-172 you just flew in on?"

"How about some IFR training? Please?"

If I had any leftovers from lunch I would let one of FBO CFI have them.

-LAFF

 

Its all good thanks.

 

Turning off the pannel/interior lights during meteor showers