Ravengirl
Sierra Whiskey!
- Joined
- Nov 25, 2001
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Ahhh, January 20th, 2000. It was a windy, mostly overcast day at SNA. I knew I was supposed to solo, it was just a matter of how well I did on the first few landings, and if the wind would be OK. I remember everything about it, from what the tower controllers said to the tail number of the airplane.
We flew the pattern and I landed rather well three times. Greg told me to stop and let him off onto the grass between the terminal and runway 19L. He told me to call the tower and tell them that I was going to do my first solo. He wandered over and stood staring, and the tower told me good luck. And I flew.
The first takeoff, I was in shock, and on climbout, I was in awe. Yes, an 18 year old student was shocked by the new and improved climb rate for the mighty C152! About then I set my mind to keeping Greg out of the plane as much as possible.
Third time around it got windier, and I noticed someone standing on the roof of the terminal parking garage. It turned out to be my father, who had decided to show up with a video camera and a borrowed transceiver and film the entire thing.
When I landed, Greg was overjoyed, and hopped back in. Dad showed up and I kind of yelled at him, but secretly, I still like to watch that tape every once in a while. Nothing of my shirt was cut off, because I was wearing a sweater. And the Sunrise tradition of a bad polaroid was foiled because the camera was out of film.
Stephanie
We flew the pattern and I landed rather well three times. Greg told me to stop and let him off onto the grass between the terminal and runway 19L. He told me to call the tower and tell them that I was going to do my first solo. He wandered over and stood staring, and the tower told me good luck. And I flew.
The first takeoff, I was in shock, and on climbout, I was in awe. Yes, an 18 year old student was shocked by the new and improved climb rate for the mighty C152! About then I set my mind to keeping Greg out of the plane as much as possible.
Third time around it got windier, and I noticed someone standing on the roof of the terminal parking garage. It turned out to be my father, who had decided to show up with a video camera and a borrowed transceiver and film the entire thing.
When I landed, Greg was overjoyed, and hopped back in. Dad showed up and I kind of yelled at him, but secretly, I still like to watch that tape every once in a while. Nothing of my shirt was cut off, because I was wearing a sweater. And the Sunrise tradition of a bad polaroid was foiled because the camera was out of film.
Stephanie
