When I did my last night flight with John, I passed 100 hours of flying.
The reason I bring this up is because I recall having read several years ago that when John Kennedy Jr. died in his airplane accident on the way to Martha’s Vineyard, that he had had about 100 hours.
At the time that seemed like a lot of hours to have. Now I’m thinking…”What? 100 hours? What was he thinking?”
At this point 100 hours seems to have not even scratched the surface. At this point 100 hours seems like a license to actually start learning. At this point I can’t even imagine taking a passenger up with me.
Anyway, it’s funny how perspectives change.
Wind, Sand, and Stars 