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Pilawt
Years since solo: 56 (47% of the history of flight since Kitty Hawk)
Total Hours: 4,646.6
PIC: 4,415.1
X-C: 3,120.8
Complex PIC: 922.6
High Performance PIC: 850.4
Tailwheel PIC: 310.8
Instruction Given: 576.7
IMC: 113.7
Night: 278.5
Types Flown (by ICAO designator): 40
Aircraft Owned: 9
Airports Landed: 296
Accidents as PIC: 0
Violations: 0
Inflight Emergencies/Engine Failures: 0
FAA Master Pilot Award: 1
Photographs: Thousands
Fond Memories: Millions
At the moment it appears that there might be no more. It's time to focus on some medical issues that have come up.
I've been dealing with prostate cancer since surgery five years ago. It's been generally going well, but in the last couple of months I've had some cancer spots on the brain. Those have caused physical and mental impairments. Brain radiation has improved things greatly in recent weeks and the medical team is happy, but I just don't see a clear path to return to flying or driving any time soon.
I shall always be grateful for every one of those hours, for all of those memories, and especially for each of the many friends and mentors who have come my way through flying. That includes each and every one of you, too.
The flying bug is hereditary, and I was hooked at a young age. As I got into the awkward teen years, my dad, a California Highway Patrolman, seized the opportunity to forge a lasting bond between us. We both started flying lessons. As it happened I took my check ride on my seventeenth birthday, while he passed his check ride about six weeks later. He soon bought a used Cessna 150 in which we both took our advanced training. We didn't fly together often (the few trips we did fly together were memorable) but for four decades we never lacked for exciting things to talk about, and we always looked forward to the next chance to share our flying adventures.
I instructed for a couple of years while in college, and thereafter flying was for family vacations, business trips and pleasure flights.
It's not an exotic flying history; some might consider it boring. I'll gladly admit that I tried to keep it that way. It was lots of hours in simple, single-engine spam cans on safe-and-sane trips on sunny days. But there were a few more adventurous ones along the way, too.
Come along, if you like, and scroll quickly through some of my photographic memories (no particular order) of the last 56 years.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/66WLtSrSxGia4V3N7
And a mug sheet of airplanes I have flown ...
https://photos.app.goo.gl/iSkpf1jEsLLDAJMAA
Here are the articles I wrote for Air Facts Journal, describing some flying highlights:
https://airfactsjournal.com/author/jeffjacobs/
Lord willing, maybe someday I can get back into the front seat of my Citabria and add some to the totals above. Right now, I just don't know. I'll hold onto it for a while and see what happens, but it doesn't look promising.
There is a line of poetry that is often erroneously attributed to the humorist Dr. Seuss, but actually comes from a 19th-Century German poet named Ludwig Jacobowski. He wrote, "Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened."
I rejoice.
I'll still be around here as much as I can to chat about general aviation trivia and history, and I'm looking forward to that. Meanwhile, you all fly safe, y' hear?
Total Hours: 4,646.6
PIC: 4,415.1
X-C: 3,120.8
Complex PIC: 922.6
High Performance PIC: 850.4
Tailwheel PIC: 310.8
Instruction Given: 576.7
IMC: 113.7
Night: 278.5
Types Flown (by ICAO designator): 40
Aircraft Owned: 9
Airports Landed: 296
Accidents as PIC: 0
Violations: 0
Inflight Emergencies/Engine Failures: 0
FAA Master Pilot Award: 1
Photographs: Thousands
Fond Memories: Millions
At the moment it appears that there might be no more. It's time to focus on some medical issues that have come up.
I've been dealing with prostate cancer since surgery five years ago. It's been generally going well, but in the last couple of months I've had some cancer spots on the brain. Those have caused physical and mental impairments. Brain radiation has improved things greatly in recent weeks and the medical team is happy, but I just don't see a clear path to return to flying or driving any time soon.
I shall always be grateful for every one of those hours, for all of those memories, and especially for each of the many friends and mentors who have come my way through flying. That includes each and every one of you, too.
The flying bug is hereditary, and I was hooked at a young age. As I got into the awkward teen years, my dad, a California Highway Patrolman, seized the opportunity to forge a lasting bond between us. We both started flying lessons. As it happened I took my check ride on my seventeenth birthday, while he passed his check ride about six weeks later. He soon bought a used Cessna 150 in which we both took our advanced training. We didn't fly together often (the few trips we did fly together were memorable) but for four decades we never lacked for exciting things to talk about, and we always looked forward to the next chance to share our flying adventures.
I instructed for a couple of years while in college, and thereafter flying was for family vacations, business trips and pleasure flights.
It's not an exotic flying history; some might consider it boring. I'll gladly admit that I tried to keep it that way. It was lots of hours in simple, single-engine spam cans on safe-and-sane trips on sunny days. But there were a few more adventurous ones along the way, too.
Come along, if you like, and scroll quickly through some of my photographic memories (no particular order) of the last 56 years.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/66WLtSrSxGia4V3N7
And a mug sheet of airplanes I have flown ...
https://photos.app.goo.gl/iSkpf1jEsLLDAJMAA
Here are the articles I wrote for Air Facts Journal, describing some flying highlights:
https://airfactsjournal.com/author/jeffjacobs/
Lord willing, maybe someday I can get back into the front seat of my Citabria and add some to the totals above. Right now, I just don't know. I'll hold onto it for a while and see what happens, but it doesn't look promising.
There is a line of poetry that is often erroneously attributed to the humorist Dr. Seuss, but actually comes from a 19th-Century German poet named Ludwig Jacobowski. He wrote, "Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened."
I rejoice.
I'll still be around here as much as I can to chat about general aviation trivia and history, and I'm looking forward to that. Meanwhile, you all fly safe, y' hear?