Fridays are slow

When I first started writing about aviation in a public venue, I was overly excited that I had decent numbers popping up.  The first day, I had all of four people read something I wrote, but by Thursday of that week, I was seeing numbers in the hundreds; pretty good for an unknown beginner.  That's why when Friday rolled around and only about ten people viewed my work(maybe the original four and six friends), I was a little disheartened.

Chocking it up to the ups and downs of writing, I headed for my refuge; the airport.  Not just any airport, this is the airport I trained at and the one with the nicest people you'll ever meet.  As I pre-flighted good ol'e 'Charlie Fox', I looked around at the activity surrounding me.  A piper had just slipped the surly bonds over on 31 in front of a line of at least four waiting aircraft.  Behind me on the grass, a group had gathered to watch two men prepare a glider and over at the mechanic's hangar they'd opted to work out in the light instead of in their normal darkened cave.  "This", I thought, "is what happened to all my readers, they're out doing what I have the privilege of writing about every day".

I smiled widely in only the way a blessedly dimpled face can do.  These were exactly the type of people I wanted to be writing for.  The kind that were, perhaps, unable to fly during the week but went out on the weekends and holidays actively enjoying the world of aviation I love so much.  Mushy, I know, but it was a thrill to realize that maybe one or two of the people at that airport that day had read something I'd written and, just maybe, had learned something or been inspired to come to the airport.

So, to those few who are reading this on a Friday, go flying!  If you're not a pilot, I suggest going on a Discovery Flight at a local flight school; it might just change your life.  Yours truly is heading to the airport just as soon as I click publish.