On a bumpy flight from Pueblo, Colorado to Centennial Airport in Denver, a strong wind gust hit us like a big ocean wave crashes into a boat.
I crashed and died the other day ... and took my CFII to the grave with me.
The phone call came as bad news: The doctor I’d hired to represent me before the FAA was calling to say the agency needed more information.
Friends -- fellow pilots with more experience -- told me I was nuts ... crazy ... out of my cotton pickin’ mind to voluntarily admit a medical problem to the FAA.
On May 8, 1919 Three Navy--Curtiss flying boats set out to fly the same ocean. Just one made it across.