Out and About
Taking Flight Over Lake in the Hills
Patch writer goes for a ride with her 1-year-old son in a Vintage Piper Tri-Pacer.
The roar of the propeller made such noise that we needed to talk through headsets. "All right, you ready?" said Bob Gwinn, turning to me. I glanced back at my 15-month-old son, strapped into his car seat, looked down at the control in front of me, its shiny silver letters reading "Piper," and then over at Bob, who had invited me to share in this lunch break thrill. "All right, we're going!" I said. Bob Gwinn adjusted the rudder pedals, pulled back on the throttle, and we started down the only runway in the village. A few seconds later, we felt the lightness of flying through the air. "We're airborne!" I shouted, looking back at my son, Chandler. His mouth had opened to form a small oval, and he peered out of the windows, pointing …
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