Cause Tig(g)ers Are Wonderful Things
I'm writing this post in ice blue, because that's the color my fingers turned while pre-flighting Bravo Alpha a week ago Wednesday. Greg and I wanted to fly to Northeast Philadelphia to pick up the Tiger, so agreed on an early start in the hopes that we'd be able to fit in an afternoon at the office. As we lugged out the engine pre-heater, I marvelled that I had continued my flight training with Rich given my first below-freezing, 5:30 a.m. lesson in January. It's definitely a testament to how much I love flying, because early mornings and cold weather really are not "my thing."