I’ve been enamored of airplanes for as long as I can remember. My boyhood home was on the final approach to NAS Moffett Field. Three and a half miles from the threshold and right on the centerline. In those days Fighter and Attack squadrons were based there and I watched Navy airplanes overhead all day long. I often rode my bike along two-lane Mountain View – Alviso Road (today’s Highway 237) to spend the day watching fighters rumble into the break. The only thing I ever wanted to be was a Naval Aviator flying fighters from boats. Still do. It’s the very pinnacle of aviation.
Less than perfect vision thwarted my Navy career and at that time I was interested in no other facet of aviation. So, armed with a degree in accounting, I disappeared into the bowels of Silicon Valley high tech firms for a twenty-five year stay. But along the way, I learned to fly.
I did well enough in my first career. I rose through the ranks into senior positions, worked in companies both large and small, met some fine folks and had some rewarding experiences. But after a quarter-century in that yoke I realized I was spending too much time having too little fun and ignoring some of life’s other responsibilities and opportunities. So with the blessing and encouragement of my good-deal wife I quit and headed for the airport. Now I spend my days doing airplane stuff with airplane people. Lucky me.
I have been fortunate to be able to fly a lot. I’ve been a pilot for forty-five years and have accumulated more than 22,000 hours of flight time in more than 85 aircraft types ranging from Piper Cubs to WWII bombers. I became a flight instructor more than twenty years ago and have given more than 20,000 hours of dual instruction to more than 500 clients. It’s safe to say that I have found it to be a satisfying and rewarding profession, one I relish daily.
In addition to the standard flight instructor’s fare of providing primary flight instruction, instrument ratings, high performance and complex airplane checkouts and such, I also teach tailwheel flying, aerobatics, and formation flying. And, circling back to my original aviation interest of military flying, I teach warbird flying as well. I own (with partners) two WWII vintage trainers. A Vultee BT-13 and a North American T-6 Texan and I would be happy to introduce you to this marvelous segment of aviation.
Spread your wings. Come flying.