Emma was seventeen when she joined our club as a student member. Two years later, on a calm Tuesday morning in January, she flew three touch-and-goes, taxied back to the ramp, and found eleven people waiting with a cake.
She cried. We're not ashamed to say a few others did too.
This is what clubs are for. Not just the shared cost of an airplane. The shared experience of becoming pilots together.
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This is exactly why I joined a club instead of renting. The numbers worked on paper but the community is what actually keeps me flying.
Shared this with our club WhatsApp. We've been arguing about dues structure for months. This is the clearest explanation I've seen.
Nine years in flying clubs. Can confirm: the engine reserve is sacred. We learned that the hard way before we learned it the right way.