Big guy in a little plane.

The first time I touched the controls of an airplane, I was six years old on a cross country trip in my father’s Mooney M20. He took my brother and I out of school for a month to fly around the entire United States. We started in Beckley, WV where we lived at the time and went clock-wise from state to state, stopping at different points of attraction. We hitchhiked a lot to get around and usually ended up sleeping under the wing in sleeping bags. After my father let me take the controls on that trip, I was hooked.