JohnR
Final Approach
It was 1989, in a Piper Tomahawk. My CFI had barely fed me enough information for me to be dangerous, and set me loose to solo. My first landing, I was high and fast, and did a ham-handed slip that didn't work, so I went around and did three walk-away landings (not great but you could walk away from them). No shirt tail cut.
Much later when I was a CFI it occurred to me there was so much my own CFI never told me back then. I'd never really heard of the Practical Test Standards book, for instance, until training for my instrument rating. Somehow I passed the checkride and then started learning.
Much later when I was a CFI it occurred to me there was so much my own CFI never told me back then. I'd never really heard of the Practical Test Standards book, for instance, until training for my instrument rating. Somehow I passed the checkride and then started learning.
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