Intro

Looking into the autumn skies will surely result in spotting some form of animal in the seaming suspended animation of flight. Soaring high into the clouds, gracefully floating in the breeze, and never seeming to take a break. Too often I have looked at the birds of the sky in wonder and amazement, longing for the freedom to explore the third dimension of not being bound to the ground. Occasionally one can spot a commercial plane high overhead, but not very often does one get to marvel at a small two seat airplane, seemingly capable of every aerobatic move that even the most graceful swallows can achieve, yet with the power of the mighty eagle. The road to obtaining a pilot's license is long and hard, much like a swallow learning to fly, but the freedom it brings is far worth any effort or expense.