Book Talk: For the Birds
It was a breezy spring day and I was running the runway. The runway is 5,000 feet and the parallel taxiway make a two-mile loop when you add the space connecting them at the ends. One lap equals two miles and once my Pandora is rocking nothing will stop me.
The storm the night before had left a breeze perfect for practicing crosswind landings, and I was enjoying the comical landings my green husband was attempting in our tail dragger.
I once had an instructor show me how he could land on one wheel in crosswinds and maintain that wing down stance until the speed finally bled off and we kissed the runway.