When trust and faith intersect, you can bet you're ready for just about anything.
My son, Ross, the budding pilot, wanted to take me flying Friday at the airport at which he trains in Provo, Utah. My publishing partner, his mother, is a bit more discriminate in her desire to be aloft. You can't much blame her, really. The Diamond DA40 two-seater would be eclipsed by a Volkswagen Beetle with a long tail pipe.
When I helped Ross lock down the heavy, clear bubble that enclosed our cockpit, it didn't occur to me to question him about what we just witnessed.
A four-seater Piper raced down the runway before us, lifted, then bounced and seemingly caught itself and righted before rising away. I asked Ross if he had seen the bounce, and Ross made some comment about how the pilot probably just pulled his nose up too quickly for a second. Happens all the time.