I've recently been leaving both the iPod and the metronome at home when I take my walk. That leaves a lot of time to think. Lately I've been rethinking my commitment never to fly again. Every time I hear the sound of freedom fly overhead I am genetically programmed to look up and search the sky. Somewhere up there another soul is setting off on an adventure. I can see the pleasure and joy of seeing the world from 3500 feet above the ground. And I truly miss it.
Then I considered the cause of my having run out of fuel in the air. Bad judgment! There are several other example of nuts being left off of bolts and other 'minor' details I've missed during the construction of the plane. Any one of which should have killed me. I avoided that by pure luck.
In each case it was a case of poor judgement. Good judgement is a prerequisite of a good pilot.
Since I have repeatedly demonstrated dangerous judgement I have decided after reconsidering that I should not fly again.
The attached photo demonstrates that we're all on this flight together.
Dick
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