While we were there we went to my dad's hangar so the kids could see grandpa's airplanes. The ultralight plane pictured has a new engine on it and it needed some flight time, so my dad took it up and let the kids see him take off. We were watching him in the air and then he suddenly turned out of the flight pattern and descended behind the buildings. I knew something wasn't right when he exited the flight pattern prematurely. So we put the kids in the car and headed toward the other end of the runway. As we drove closer I could see my dad walking on the access road to the runway. Hmm?
His engine seized in flight and he had to make an emergency landing. I was glad he was okay. After having several problems with this new engine he is sending it back as a 'lemon' and exchanging it.
My father would love it if one of his kids followed in his footsteps and became a pilot, but it doesn't seem promising at this point. I started taking pilot's lessons when I was eighteen and not too far into them I decided it was not my love. In fact, I dislike flying very much.
This is my dad towing his plane back to his hangar.
