Oh Brother
Copyright© 2016 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 3
I suppose flying is fun. I suppose...
I was amazed; that blue sky with those pretty white puffballs and the birds so effortlessly flinging themselves hither and yon ... well ... I’ll tell you about it.
When Joe Pilot finally got my hands peeled away from the half-moon grab bar, he pulled on my seatbelt and said, “If you have to grab something ... grab this. Don’t touch the yoke.”
So ... the half-moon grab bar is called the Yoke. Watching him, I noticed he turned the yoke ... his yoke ... not mine; mine did everything his did but look Ma, no hands. At my feet there were two pedals ... with kinda like cups for feet ... I guess he saw me inching my shoes towards the cups; I have a mountain bike, a Kona ... it has cups for my feet that look a lot like the cups there in the airplane ... anyway I was thinking...
“Keep your feet off the pedals!”
Well ... that stopped that. Derailed my train of thought, he did.
Watching him work the pedals and the yoke, I saw movement on the rear of the wings. Huh? How about that?
He moves the yoke and pieces of the wing move too. Hope they don’t fall off. Then he threw a switch, or a lever and the whole damn front of the wing slid forward ... I grabbed the half-moon grab ... yoke. I realized that he couldn’t fly the airplane with me holding on.
“I’m not letting go until you fix the wings,” I said.
He shut everything off ... the propellers stopped and all the lights associated with the engines turned RED. Well ... when the engines stopped, the fella that had the fire extinguisher came running ... with that red bottle. The tower started asking all sorts of questions.
“Get out of that seat!”
“Yes, sir!” And I did.
So ... he got out of his seat and led me outside.
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