Fall 2009. A good friend of mine, Massimo, invited me up to Buttonville Airport, just north of Toronto for a chance at a fly-over in a tiny Cessna. You see, Massimo is learning how to fly and Buttonville is one of the few airports around that offers lessons.
It’s funny because the thought of Massimo flying didn’t scare me. After all, I went to his wedding. I know his wife. Bright future. No risks.
What did make me nervous was the Pilot. Yes, the Pilot.
Blake. Young guy. Too young. I have to admit, I started sweating a bit. Should I kiss the tarmac before I put my belt on? Should I call my mom and tell her I love her? Naaaw, it’ll be fine.
My stomach on the other hand….not so much. Take a look!
