The hustle and bustle of commercial flights is familiar—the expensive food, the security checkpoints, and the slow boarding process that culminates with learning who you will sit next to. Despite my familiarity, I don’t fly often so it’s still a bit of a novelty. There's beauty in the anticipation of takeoff—the brief sense of terror mixed with excitement as the plane's weight disappears when you take flight. In the past, this difficult-to-stomach feeling has always been accompanied by a vacation, so the pros have always outweighed any cons.
When I got the opportunity to fly with my buddy in his personal plane in exchange for outfitting it with RAM® Mounts, it was a no-brainer. My immediate response to his invitation was, “I love to fly!”. But looking back, that statement was clearly misguided and I didn’t really understand what I was getting myself into...
As I entered the air field, aircrafts dotted the tarmac, small and large, but nothing like the commercial planes I was used to. These were… tiny. They literally had to be tied down to not blow away. “So I guess it’s safe to assume you don’t pass out peanuts” I quipped. Jason shot me a smile and continued to walk towards his plane.
Gonzo, Jason's 1969 Cessna 150, sat just outside a large faded blue hanger that resembled the shape of an overturned watermelon slice. Gonzo stood out among the many planes with its orange paintjob and ample 70's flair. Jason put a ton of money and work into getting Gonzo fly-ready and has since put over 500 hours in the air. Tried, tested, and true.
Opening the door required me to bend down to get under the wing. Stepping into the plane required a yoga move, and moving around while seated wasn’t an option. This was all good and fine, but it was a whole different level of no legroom.