Fiorentino’s over at Lancaster airport doesn’t really serve burgers, but they do have excellent Eggplant Parmigiana, which I ordered from their “light” menu, and my friend Mike (standing next to the plane) quickly pointed out the oxymoron in the making. It is very popular destination for fliers, as it is located right in the airport.
I have obviously forgotten the difficulty in making the car drive in a straight line, but that was exactly my problem in helping Steve fly the plane, with the added difficulty of the additional z dimension. So, as soon as I would get the plane to go straight, Steve would point out that we are climbing at 500ft/minute.
I have heard more than once that flying is like a drug, and since I am on it now, I am actively looking for flying lessons, but may settle for paragliding or hanggliding. Got suggestions?