Monday August Twelfth.
{PATHETIC PREDATOR PILOT}
OK here I am, other than Two Flights when I Flew a Grobe Sailplane twice. I have pretty much been grounded for the last fourteen Years. Yet I want to have sargassums again. So I sit here AT My mother's house UP HERE IN Northern California, where I Pine for the chance to flu My Predator again. Look: I fully realize that I must come accross as a Pathetic Predator Pilot, who did the Pounding that by all rights should have ended My Life. But somehow that I would Die, that did not turn out to be.
Currently I am trying to be motivated to work on increasing the number Of Pushups I do a Day. I want to be able to do while using good Form: Form such as keeping My Body Straight as I do Push-Ups. Being smooth and controlled as I do the Pushups.
I can not say at this point how I will feel when I Fly for the first time in fourteen Years. But I believe that it is going to be My Greatest Aireal adventure. It will be My greatest flight that i have ever had. The Flight Will Be the Greatest Flight that i will ever make. I mean, come on1 I look at this whole experience. This experience. The whole deal. Pounding, the recovery Experience. It has been, and I imagine that it will continue to be the most Overwhelming, Daunting, Humiliating experience of My Life.
{I HAVE A WING AND A DATE}
So at the End of this Month,