After all the years of talking about it, I finally got checked out to fly at an aero club today. It all seemed so surreal because the AF does everything using the death-by-briefing technique, while today we basically shook hands and jumped in the airplane to fly. This was probably the first time in my life that a flight instructor examined my experience and then treated me as though I actually had that level of experience.
We did a fairly short flight from Dobbins up to Cartersville for some touch-and-goes, after which we did one more T&G at Dobbins followed by the full stop. I'm also a military fuel truck operator now, although my 20 minutes of training is substantially shorter than the 6-month school for full-time fuelers.
I'm going up by myself on Friday, and then my next flight should be with e and The Boy. How cool!
