Saturday, July 23, 2005

Yesterday was spent in the most remarkable way possible--flying on board my brother-in-law's airplane.


It's a beautiful machine--gorgeous detailing from the sixties, when people still cared about industrial design.


Jean-Michele is enjoying our ride around the Bay--above the Golden Gate Bridge, up to Stinson Beach, then down the coast to Half Moon Bay. We would have taken more pictures of the landscape, but the view was so amazing that mostly we just stared, agog.


Erik is flying the plane, but at one point he turned control over to me--no autopilot, nothing--and I actually FLEW THE GODDAMN PLANE. It was totally, absolutely awesome, and I was even more glad after a few exhilarating minutes when I turned control back over to Erik and no one had been killed.