My First Glider Flight


Last Sunday, my father and I went on one of those glider flights, somewhere out in rural America (Plainfield maybe?). You strap yourself into this little cockpit, just you and the pilot. It’s about the size of the trunk of your car. The plane isn’t much bigger. You fly up to about 3,000 ft, then the pilot does the unthinkable: he shuts off the engine.

Yep, shuts it right off. Goes against any safety film you’ve seen in school as a kid, or any sense of self-preservation. For some people, it’s a true freak out moment. But once you realize you’re not going down nose-first into the earth below, it truly is a beautiful experience. You’re soaring, just like the birds, with the wind. You soar for about 20 minutes, then the engine starts up again, and you head in for the landing. Afterwards, it feels as if you’ve been on vacation for the last half hour.

Oh, some of you might be wondering what the tag says on the dash in the pic. “Aerobatics and spin forbidden!” I would hope so.

1 Comment so far

  1. Dilip (unregistered) on July 3rd, 2005 @ 7:06 pm

    I wanna go! I wanna go!

    Did the skydiving already… something new!

    Hear anything about the ultralights you can fly at Indiana Dunes?

    What’s the info on this? I there a website for the company?

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