Aztec Driver
Line Up and Wait
Finally got a chance to take my Dad up flying. I wish I would have taken the time to do this years ago. He used to take lessons when he was young. He introduced me to airplanes by having someone take us up when I was a youngster. After I became a pilot, he was always very interested in going up, but with my very busy schedule, his busy schedule, and various weather scrubs, we never got a chance to go flying together. A few years ago, his health started to deteriorate, to the point that he was on and off of oxygen frequently. He was in and out of the hospital various times throughout the last several years, as well.
He was quite weak, and getting in and out of the Twinkie can be described as torturous at best. Even I have to roll out and crawl many times. I managed to use a step stool and help him into the co-pilot's seat, and then my wife crawled into the plane via the baggage door after putting the stool in.
Getting out was a fiasco, as he had to slide out onto his back laying down on the wing backwards, until I could get out and help him up. Did I mention all of this was done while hooked up to an oxygen concentrator?
We then enjoyed a good meal and returned to fly over his old house and his new house. Experience taught me, though. The second exiting was a lot better. I got out over top of him and then lifted him straight up to a standing position. Much better, and much more dignified.
He felt feeble and embarrassed, but he did enjoy himself. Both of us wished we had taken the effort to do this years ago.
He was quite weak, and getting in and out of the Twinkie can be described as torturous at best. Even I have to roll out and crawl many times. I managed to use a step stool and help him into the co-pilot's seat, and then my wife crawled into the plane via the baggage door after putting the stool in.
Getting out was a fiasco, as he had to slide out onto his back laying down on the wing backwards, until I could get out and help him up. Did I mention all of this was done while hooked up to an oxygen concentrator?
We then enjoyed a good meal and returned to fly over his old house and his new house. Experience taught me, though. The second exiting was a lot better. I got out over top of him and then lifted him straight up to a standing position. Much better, and much more dignified.
He felt feeble and embarrassed, but he did enjoy himself. Both of us wished we had taken the effort to do this years ago.