On Flying

Because you’re disciplined, you fly her how she ought to be flown. Because you’re human, you toy with the idea of just going. Somewhere. Real liberty consists of standing on the edge of the chasm, and deciding whether or not to jump.

I think that’s part of the joy in it. Not just the specialized skills and rapt attention to small details. Airspeed on the mark, a zeroed VSI, centered needles. It’s the freedom flying offers, within its taut constraints. Hard to describe if you aren’t familiar.

Unnecessary if you are.
– Lex