Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Cirrus SR22-G3: Brazil Or Bust!
After our first flight in the newest Cirrus over San Francisco, we couldn’t wait to fly one all the way to Brazil
Wow, now that’s a lot of trees. I’m 9,500 feet over the Amazon rain forest, and the only thing I see from horizon to horizon is a bumpy carpet that’s toned British-racing green. A couple days ago, I set off from the Cirrus plant in Duluth, Minn., for what was then a distant port, pointing the nose of this spanking-new Cirrus SR22-G3 south and saying to myself, as I climbed to my initial cruise altitude, “São Paulo or bust.”" />
Flying in Brazil, I found, is nothing like flying in the States. Besides the chance of becoming an anaconda’s dinner after an emergency landing in the Amazon, whoever said English is universal hasn’t flown in Brazil, or to Brazil, lately. A working knowledge of any Romance language will go far on a flight like this, starting with French near Dominica in the Caribbean, Spanish over Venezuela, Portuguese, naturally, in Brazil, and though it’s not a language, per se, Jamaican, mon, when on the horn with Nassau Approach over Andros Island.
Oh, the places you’ll go.
It’s still amazing to me what can be done and where one can go in a high-performance piston single. I just landed a short while ago at Jundiaí airport, almost 6,000 miles down the road from where this epic flight began, after a series of what were, in reality, ordinary cross-country flights. But instead of riding in a taxi to downtown Dallas or Seattle, I’ve hopped an ethanol-powered cab to the center of São Paulo. For the last few hours of my flight, I flew over kilometer after kilometer of sugar cane, the main ingredient for Brazilian ethanol. I’m exhausted and need sleep, but I’m not achy. After four days of nonstop flying, the Cirrus SR22-G3 was comfortable, speedy and reliable. It really is a magic carpet.
SPECS: Cirrus SR22 G3
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