A Good Landng Experience
One morning, along about 9:48 a.m., I was flying a Cessna 152 during my first solo flight sweeping on to final approach in order to land on the kendall-Tamiami Executive Airport. It was the tenth day of September; the year was shown in my gray-white, 200 meters water resistant, G-shock Casio illuminator watch, as the second of this new millennium. My eyes were focused on the black, wide and 5,000 ft. long runway which was standing up in front of me like a enormous and immense Cyclops, with its mandatory white marble marks showing me the way back home. Looking out through my windshield the deep crystal blue reflection of the ocean above me, suggested to my central nervous system and then to my senses, the exquisiteness smooth, sweet and delicious smell of success and fuel; few white cotton flakes faded into a scale of grays stayed neutral, while I was braking up through a sleepy and sedately blow of heaven that was surrounding my humble aircraft. All of a sudden, my sight fall and dived into a sea of greens and browns during the time that titanic, dark, and savages trucks sprayed those extensive, magnificent, abundant, and apparently eternal plains and fields of oranges, with pure, sacred, and crystalline devastating bursts of the
When I woke up from that utopian, but necessary fantasy, I dug my vision device into the cockpit instruments of the modest, single engine, dwarfed cockpit, lack of seating, fragile empennage, but always friendly Cessna 152. I checked again the landing configuration with the only purpose of self-confidence and to correct any error on the procedures. Just above a water canal, a check point which was located 500 feet from the beginning of the runway, I completed the penultimate stage on my before landing operation by extending the flaps, using the flaps switch which was installed in the front panel below the co-pilot, black and two-handles yoke. These 30 degrees of full flaps gave to the airplane more lift force with no increased on power. This green with white traveling air machine, was almost gliding just 100 feet above ground; when those diminutive, miniature, round and square broadcasters, sent to my eyes, light flashes that afterward were trapped by the cones inside my retina, transmitting the information to my optical nerve which finally emitted those electromagnetic impulses direct into the brain, interpreting and creating images of round, square, rectangular, and triangular shapes; distinguishing, the blue, representing the sky, the brown, playing the role of the ground, the small vertical white lines, calculating degrees of bank and the tiny orange airplane located in the attitude indicator. Finally, this penultimate step was accomplished, by establishing a proper airspeed that allowed me to arrive safely. Now, a white short needle was over the green and white arcs, betwe
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G-shock Casio,
Cyclops Encountering,
Randolph Aviator,
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Executive Airport,
two-handles yoke,
cessna 152,
rough two-handles yoke,
white cotton flakes,
white marble marks,
mandatory white marble,
marble marks,
rough two-handles,
green white,
rudder pedal,
white marble,
90 degrees,
mandatory white,
round square,
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