Fear And Loathing On The Aviation Trail

I had my first engine out in 28 years, not my FIRST, just in 28 years…, total and sudden, at 1500’. I was pleased (ecstatic really) afterwards to see how I responded to it, ignoring hay fields right under me, (too close to a highway, too public) while gliding to a field a few miles away that would offer privacy once landed. Stupid? Maybe, but I easily made it with altitude to spare, and didn’t make the local news that day, as that was my main concern, knowing I had the landing made.