Well, I'm in Australia, where such things are perhaps easier to arrange than elsewhere! eg, there's a farm on the Princes Highway not far from where I live where the farmer owns a Tiger Moth and does flights round the very beautiful local area, and stunts if you're brave enough (not for me, crikey!) That 'plane was originally owned by 'Captain Boggles', I believe, who was based a bit closer to Melbourne, and flew it at the local shindigs, which is how I did the first joy-ride. I'm not quite up to going up in a farmer's Tiggie, quite honestly. Talk about a wing and a prayer.
But the flying lesson, back in 2014, I arranged through a website of 'things to do in and around Melbourne.' Found it by googling "flying lesson Tiger Moth.' It took a bit of doing because the website kept glitching, and in the end I had to book it direct over the phone, the old-fashioned way. It took an afternoon's digging on the web plus a fair bit of motoring with my parents, but we managed it in the end. My Dad did a flying lesson too - at the age of 86. He built Lancasters during the war (see icon) but was too young to fly them himself, which was just as well, really... So this was his only chance at flying an actual warplane, and he took it, and he was so pleased. And so was I.
Apart from anything else, it taught me how to write three-dimensionally! And my parents paid for the whole thing, which was very good of them. :)
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Date: 2023-03-22 05:22 am (UTC)But the flying lesson, back in 2014, I arranged through a website of 'things to do in and around Melbourne.' Found it by googling "flying lesson Tiger Moth.' It took a bit of doing because the website kept glitching, and in the end I had to book it direct over the phone, the old-fashioned way. It took an afternoon's digging on the web plus a fair bit of motoring with my parents, but we managed it in the end. My Dad did a flying lesson too - at the age of 86. He built Lancasters during the war (see icon) but was too young to fly them himself, which was just as well, really... So this was his only chance at flying an actual warplane, and he took it, and he was so pleased. And so was I.
Apart from anything else, it taught me how to write three-dimensionally! And my parents paid for the whole thing, which was very good of them. :)