The conversation when something like this:
I just wanted to check with you if it's OK for me to fly Maddie up to the track on Friday.
In a plane?
Yes, I'm a pilot. I've been flying for a little over two years and I fly up to this track a lot. It is a much quicker trip by air than by car. I fly a Cessna 172.
What time will you get back?
We should be back at the airport about 8:30 PM maybe 9, Sunday night.
That's after dark.
Yes, it is. I'm night trained and current and have been doing much night flying recently. I fly very carefully at all times.
Ummm, where is this track?
It's in Willows. About an hour south of Redding on Highway 5. Its about a four hour drive by car.
Are you going to race?
At this point I'm starting to understand the types of activities that I see as every day are not exactly normal for this person... not only am I suggesting I take her child in a scary airplane, now she's wondering if I want her in a race car too!
No, I don't race anymore. I do race control. The girls won't be getting into any race cars. They will just hang out at the track. Its a very family friendly atmosphere.
If you aren't comfortable with me flying Maddie up there, that's OK. We can certainly drive.
Ummmm, let me talk to her dad and call you back tomorrow.
|Katie and Maddie|
It is conversations like this that remind me what an amazing life I live. Flying, racing, and running. Its surprising I have time to work :) It's a great life, I just have to remember to ease other people into the concept a little bit more gently sometimes.