 The
closest trike instructor was 4 hours from home and I just couldn't live with that.
Plan "B" was formed when I located experienced, full-time trike instruction in
Florida.
JK and I prefixed the trike
training with five days in Florida spent on some Disney, some golf and two days at Sun 'N
Fun surveying virtually every trike being marketed in the USA. On the last day of
Sun 'N Fun I put my honey on a flight home and checked into a cheapo (but cool) motel on
Flagler Beach to start flying.
Although I approached it
with a "one day at a time" attitude, the training was consistently excellent and
I ended up staying for thirteen days. I was fully immersed in trikes, flying every
morning and evening under just about all possible conditions, including rain (oops).
And if anyone ever tells you that a trike can't land in crosswinds, don't believe
'em.
So it was definitely a sort
of "boot camp", but also two of the best weeks I ever had. I went home
feeling like a new man. And, I bought a trike. |