I want one. And if you’re thinking about stepping up to your first jet in the next few years, you will, too, once you fly it. I want one. And if...
Flying an unfamiliar LSA is a bit like a first date. Your friends have talked her up. She has a pretty smile, but will you get along? Does she Tweet or use Facebook, keep an old-fashioned diary, or both?
Naples, Italy, April 18, 1986: Today, I’m first in line for takeoff from Naples toward our initial destination of Nice, France. It has taken all morning to assure that the paperwork is up to Italian standards, but we’re finally ready, or so I hope.
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Gobosh’s Dave Graham had promised me that this was an LSA with a difference.
4:19 a.m. That’s what the clock read as I stared at it for the fifth time in an hour. I was trying to sleep and it just wasn’t working.
When I was a college student about XX years ago, one of the coolest cars on the planet was the Jaguar XKE.
There’s a joyful aspect to flying any low-wing LSA that you just don’t get with a high-winger: the unrestricted panoramic view from the horizon upward.