I move the throttle from idle to 2200 rpm. My hammering heart valves are louder than the small plane’s.
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I move the throttle from idle to 2200 rpm. My hammering heart valves are louder than the small plane’s.
Tears stream down the face of the woman behind us. She repeats softly, “I don’t know why I’m crying! I’m just crying because you’re crying.”
There’s an earlier flight! Running full speed through the airport, we plop our exhausted butts down for the final leg of our trans-Atlantic trip.
Blood and impulse rush to the brain like voltage across copper. My unproven hands instinctively tighten, forging formidable weapons of gratuitous, youthful combat.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll see you soon.”
I returned to the airport with my student after an instructional flight. The airfield had been VFR earlier; a cloud ceiling developed while airborne. A recall of solo students that were launched earlier had been initiated.