So where does it all begin? That single point in life where one launches into the "rest" of thier life?FL330, the basement of outer space.....
This is where I operate.
These are the true stories of the International Super Genius Pilot of the Millennium.
How does one know what they want to be?
Every red blooded American boy grows up playing Cowboys and Indians, racing Go-Carts, jumping bicycles while pretending to be the Lone Ranger, Dale Earnhardt or Evel Knevel.
Me? I grew up making parachutes, testing hand held gliders, reading aviation magazines and doing detailed studies of passing aircraft.
I was going to be a pilot.