First Flight

Fast Forward, next Saturday. First Saturday in April. I get my intro flight. I was pretty damned excited and showed up an hour early. The CFI I was going with today shows up, and him and I go into his office. He asks how far into my training I was, and I told him I had done ground and passed my written. He asked if I had my medical. "I got my second class before I ever started anything, just to make sure I wasn't going to throw money away" He replies "Smart choice, Lets go fly" We walk out onto the flight line. "There's our plane" came from Josh. I walk up to this little Piper Cherokee 180 that is bright yellow. (this will work) He hands me the checklist and we go over it piecemeal. I start with the preflight, do the walk around inspection, and check off all the items on the list. Josh adds a few things for me to look for that aren't on the checklist, but will give you a good piece of mind. We climb in the plane and run down the engine start checks. "Clear Prop!" The little Lycoming rattles itself to life. (I just started my first airplane). Proceed to the checks after the engine start. Josh handles all the radio calls as I know nothing at this point. We get our taxi clearance and go out to the run up area. I go through the run up and pretakeoff check list. Everything is in the green. Josh then calls the tower for takeoff. "Cherokee niner four Juliette, cleared for takeoff, runway three fife left, turn left on course." "Lets go!" Josh is getting exited, he says he loves intro flights as he gets to go have fun for a while. "You have the plane" I pull out onto the runway, line up on center line, and nail it! Things are happening way fast at this point. All the sudden, The road noise from the gear is gone. I'm flying a fucking airplane!!!! We get 1,000 feet above the ground and do our climb checklist. Josh shows me how to trim the airplane and starts explaining the systems, and basically how to fly the damn thing. We just flew around the city for a while and did some sight seeing. It was a truly euphoric experience, to say the least. There was a few clouds, nothing too bad, the approach comes on the radio to advise us of an Airbus that was practicing instrument approaches was close to us. We adjust our course, and I get to watch the Airbus come out of the clouds. (wow, that thing is big). After flying around for a little over an hour, Josh calls approach so we can come home. Josh took care of the landing, and we go back to the hanger. After my drive home that evening, I felt that there was no one that could stop me, I'm bulletproof, I fear no evil, for I am the baddest mother fucker to walk the face of the earth. I have 1.7 hours in my logbook, and the world is mine. Little did I know...