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These pics are  of our student ANDREA waiting to go for her Flight test last Sunday and PASSing the test. She got a Congrats Cake from the school !!  Way to go, Andrea.  Yeah!  A new pilot is minted !!

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Here is Eric and his first SOLO flight. Congratulations on Eric’s well deserved success. Eric worked really hard on his Ground School and Flight manoeuvres to go finally go SOLO !  Eric is seen in the photos with his Chief Flight Instructor, Matt Gartry.

THese are pics of ANDREA FLIGHT TEST PASS and her cutting her cake…

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The current rate is $130 for the aircraft ( wet) and $45 for a pilot/instructor to fly you per hour. That is $175 an hour plus applicable taxes.

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OH YEAH!!!  Freedom in my plane yesterday! Nothing like flying !

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Oxford and Cambridge have now decided to remove the words CAN’T and IMPOSSIBLE from their dictionary 

Jessica Cox, 25, a girl born without arms, stands inside an aircraft. The girl from Tucson, Arizona got the Sport Pilot certificate lately and became the first pilot licensed to fly using only her feet.

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Jessica Cox of Tucson was born without arms, but that has only stopped her from doing one thing: using the word “can’t.”

Her latest flight into the seemingly impossible is becoming the first pilot licensed to fly using only her feet.

With one foot manning the controls and the other delicately guiding the steering column, Cox, 25, soared to achieve a Sport Pilot certificate. Her certificate qualifies her to fly a light-sport aircraft to altitudes of 10,000 feet.

“She’s a good pilot. She’s rock solid,” said Parrish Traweek, 42, the flying instructor at San Manuel’s Ray Blair Airport.

Parrish Traweek runs PC Aircraft Maintenance and Flight Services and has trained many pilots, some of whom didn’t come close to Cox’s abilities.

“When she came up here driving a car,” Traweek recalled, “I knew she’d have no problem flying a plane.”

Doctors never learned why she was born without arms, but she figured out early on that she didn’t want to use prosthetic devices.

Jessica Cox, 25, earned a license to fly airplanes on October 10, 2008. Jessica also has two black belts in Tae Kwan-Do, a college degree in Psychology, and a thriving career as a motivational speaker. What doesn’t Jessica Cox have? Arms.A bilateral congenital limb deficiency doesn’t stop Ms. Cox from achieving and surpassing her goals. From birth on, her feet became her hands. She can drive a car, type 25 words per minute, and fly an airplane using her feet, without any special adaptations. She is the first woman without arms to earn a license to fly. 

“I highly encourage people with disabilities to consider flying,” Cox said. “It helps reverse the stereotype that people with disabilities are powerless into the belief that they are powerful and capable of setting high goals and achieving them.” 

Jessica earned her Sport Pilot certificate after training with Able Flight, a North Carolina flight training company that specializes in helping people with disabilities learn to fly. Ms. Cox won an Able Flight scholarship and was able to train with instructor Parrish Traweek free of charge.

Erissa, Jamie and Dave and all at COBALT AVIATION would like to thank all their families and friends and the Communities of Pitt Meadows, Maple Ridge, Port Moody, Port Coquitlam, Langley and Vancouver and as faraway as Abottsford, North and West Vancouver,  for attending their Grand Opening Celebration and making it a success. We hope to fly with you all some day, and making you a pilot, sooner rather than later. THANK YOU ALL !!

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And with continued success, we hope to see you back at next year’s Open House too !!

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There is a sign above the Kitchen door of the Aeroclub of BC at the Pitt Meadows Regional Airport that reads: “It takes about 45 hours to know HOW to fly …. But a life-time to know WHEN to fly”. I thought,” how true”!

I’ve been feeling down in the last week. I miss the sun and sand of la Playa. If I am not flying I feel blue. I need to feel passionate about flying again. Besides, it’s that time of the year when sunlight is sparse and days are short here in the Northern Hemisphere.  I hear some people are affected by the “lackalite” syndrome. (I made that word up just now, but it is apparently a real psychological phenomenon). Besides, it is almost Christmas and it is also the time of year when people are stressed out and might feel blue despite dreaming of a “white Christmas”. I need to fly to shake my blues. But the sign above that kitchen door makes me sit up and take stock of all the conditions around me, both physically and psychologically. It stopped me from jumping into d’plane to go flying, even though the ski hills are inspiring this time of the year to savour from the sky.

Talking about a white Christmas….? What has it got to do with flying? Well, this is where Knowing “when to fly” comes in.  Look at the photos on these pages… beautiful white snow mountains. Winter is a great time to fly because the terrain has been magically transformed since the summer. The glaciers, the ice covered peaks, and the snow dusted mountain ranges, are awesome to behold.  But hold on. Winter flying can be hazardous to your health.

Weather is a big concern for pilots. We are all eager to go out on a bright sunny day to see the glorious sights from the air. But the weather can change dramatically, causing drastic results, between take-off and landing. In a worse case scenario you might have to divert to another airport, or worst yet, one that is outside of your fuel range warranting an off-airport landing; if you haven’t maneuvered d’plane into a “controlled flight into terrain” first. (It’s called C-FIT to us aviators… a dark humor for a dreaded airport ID). Knowing when to fly can take a life time to figure out when it comes to Meteorology. The only way to know your weather is to keep checking and updating. Checking en-route weather with Fight Service Stations, PIREPS (other pilot reports), as well as NOTAMS, (Notice to airmen) are a must.  Newer Models GPS actually have XM (Satellite) WX available.  But that is a separate topic. 

Learning to use one and monitoring one in-flight is added work. Pilot weather decision making ability is crucial. The only way to stay ahead is to learn ahead. We always say, “a pilot license is only a license to keep learning”. And it is non more true than in learning “when to fly”. The famous “go-no-go” line that pilots use when deciding whether to go flying that day is no longer just a saying, but an axiom to live by.

Knowing “When to fly” has other constrains as well. Just as important to a pilot is his or her own mental state. Flying demands that your mental faculty is sharp at all time. Flying, stress, and blues are not good combinations. (The only “blue” I wanna see are blue skies and oceans). I always say, when you are driving, you can pull over on the curb, but when you are flying, there is no pulling over. Like I said earlier, this is a stressful time of the year for a lot of people. So, unless you are in top form, don’t fly.  Wow! I never thought I’d ever say that. It’s an antithesis to my bread and butter. Telling people not to fly is hazardous to my financial health. But I want you around long enough to make me wealthy.  Hey, here’s more….

IF YOU DRINK, DON’T FLY!!   Pilots are told early on in flight schools, “Bottle to throttle, eight hours”. And more is added to that by other pilots that say, “Bottle to throttle, eight feet” meaning,  “Stay eight feet away from d’plane if you drink”. I like that one!! (The M.A.D.D. people otta come fly with us now). It’s the Holiday Season right?  Snow, Ice, Booze and flying don’t mix. (Ahhh, but ice in Magaritas mix well après flying…..This one is for my dear co-pilot friends Capt. Peter Ravioli and Capt. Wilf Cher….an inside joke… Cheers guys)!! I love the après ski and après flying hottubbing too.

Lesson #1 : Always party après. 

In a way if you adhere to some simple rules such as, don’t fly when you are bad, mad, and sad, it shouldn’t take you a lifetime to “know when to fly”. It is better to arrive late in this world than to arrive early in the next world. Kind of a cheesy saying put out by Transport Canada; but true!
Hate to put a damper on your winter flying…. But I can’t help it coz it’s kinda damp out there today and I thought it’s a good time to remind all my amigos Y amigas  to take a moment to be extra cautious and evaluate yourselves,  as well as check the weather forecast before you take flight. On days that are non conducive to flying, d’plane needs your loving care and attention to its winter maintenance. So, go look under her cowling! You will both benefit from it (I’m not going there for now).

But for now, I will say, to all my pilot friends and soon-to-be pilot friends out there, GOOD CHEERS for the Holiday Season.  We Hope and wish to see you flying soon with Cobalt Aviation. Give me a jingle some times @ 604-465-3328 and we can chat more about d’plane, flying, winterization, or whatever “hangar talks” tickle your Elmo!  

(Ho, Ho, Ho!!  Did I just make a Freudian slip about what I want for Christmas?)   HASTA LA VISTA y FELIZ NAVIDAD, AMIGOS!!

From the Jungla of Mexico… … this is Capt. Erissa Yong-Wilson, a Private Pilot speaking.

Hola Y Buenos diaz! Si, Si,

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I just got back from the Mayan Riviera. Mexico, after 8 days of sun, sand and flying… … … .and YES, skydiving too!

Getting ready to jump out of a perfectly good plane! This is XB-EOI (Mex. Registry). Don’t know why But just gonna try!

3 years ago, my dear partner Dave, told me I don’t have the guts enough to jump out of a plane. A dare that won me a crisp $100 bill. Needless to say, he made a dare devil out of me because since then, I have earned my pilot license and have become addicted to speed and height. Two elements, that when combined, is better than Prozac!! O.K. I am not saying I needed Prozac, but the adrenaline rush you get from flying and jumping out of a plane is why so many thrill seekers seek the sports.

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Look at this face and you can savour the experience if only vicariously

Jumping out at 12, 000 feet over the Caribbean Sea.

I am not a certified jumper yet. But you may think I am “certifiable” (as in Coco-loco)!Flying in Mexico is lax. That is why we love to go to Mexico. It is lax, it is relaxing and the easy going attitude of the inhabitants there is what makes it so attractive to us, the anal-retentive, cool, Northern birds! It must be the sun and the salt air and salsa that make the people hot and happy. They are not too bothered with procedures, when it comes to flying, like we are!! I suppose there is good and bad to be said of that attitude.

Unlike flying in Canada, my experience last week while flying in Mexico was a humorous, fun filled, yet sobering experience. My friend Gonzalo, who was strapped to me 3 years ago in my first sky-jump in tandem, has an amigo who owns a flight school in Playa Del Carmen. I told him I have earned a Canadian pilot license and would like to rent a plane to go flying while I was in Cancun. I would like to fly the 150 nautical mile triangle between Playa Del Carmen, Corzumel (an Island) and Cancun (the YucatanMainland). The flight school wants to know if I would like to rent the Cessna 206 or the Cessna 182. I said, “NO, Mi Amigo, I only fly a Cessna 172, or else I would need an instructor with me for the Cessna 182 or the Cessna 206”.

Jose (pronounced “HOS-se” for us, not too fluent in the Spanish lingo) the flight school owner says, “No, no Cessna 172, just 182 or 206”. O.K. O.K. I opted for the 182. I have flown the constant speed with the variable pitch propeller bird before, I just like the 172 better especially flying in a strange and unfamiliar terrain. They like this a lot. This means I have to pay for an instructor to be on board with me. A $150 an hour instructor,
and that is in $US!! D’PLANE costs another $150.Also in $US. Comes the day to fly… … … ..I can see the Cessna 182 sitting on the tarmac. Its call sign is XC- SOL (I like the registration call sign. “SOL” in Spanish Mexico means Sun. But in Canada, you and I know the acronym could mean “@#$% Out of Luck too!!

I showed up and showed off my Canadian pilot license. I was so proud to point out all my hard earned paper work… … … guess what ! NO ONE GIVES A #@&* about my paper work. ALL they wanted to see what my $US300 CASH.Money talks bull-@#$% walks. Money changed hands. We walked to D’Plane. Jose jumped into the left seat. I looked at him and thought, what is wrong with this picture? I said I rented d’plane. I was gonna fly. I should be in the left seat. Jose said, “O.K. Amiga, you are the chief pilot today. You sit in the right seat, I talk to the tower and I control the take off and the landing and you fly the plane the whole time”… … ..in his “Spanglish” (broken English in Spanish accent). Now, I am not that foolish. I know if I am not in the left seat I am NOT the chief Pilot. I’ve been had, I’d say. Anything goes in Mexico. So, she goes along with it!

I did what he asked. He jumped into the left seat. I did not say he did any pre-flight inspection of d’plane, did I? Nope. I did not ‘coz he did not! I had the nerve to protest this to which his reply was, “Don’tworry, be happy”!! I took a cursory glance of the instrument panel from left to right and I saw familiar instrument gauges, but many had rusts on them. The throttle, the Prop, and mixture controls actually were rusty.

My extreme urge to fly, to soar over the Caribbean, is now tempered by my urge to jump out of my seat and leave… but the thought of my having fork over three perfectly good $100US bills made me remain in my seat. To which you say, “Is her life worth only $300US”. To which I say, “When you are in Mexico do what theMexican do”. Too late to think. Jose started up the engine, and before I could blink,we were barreling down this short, little, ill-maintained, bumpy runway, to back track for a short field take off into the blue sea yonder. No preflight checklist, no checklist of any kind. Nada, Nyet, Nema, Nine, NO, in any language, it is simply, NO CHECKLISTS !! Overhead, another plane was circling to land. Too close for comfort. A Cessna 206 Methinks, no doubt, with some rusted out nuts and bolts on the cowling covers and some in some other places too. The pilots actually conversed in Spanish with each other. What ever happened to ICAO English (that would be International Civil Aviation Organization to the non –aviator among us.)? The instructor in our plane also spoke Spanish to the flight towers in Cancun as well as in Cozumel. Did I not say anything goes in Mexico? I suppose our “Canuckian” commercial pilots flying the Jumbo jets into Mexicomust comprendo y habla some“Spanglish” too.

The one hour flight was remarkable. As far as the eyes can see, to the West was the tropical jungle of the Yucatan, marked by the Tulum ruins of Coba (Mayan and Aztec pyramids) and to the North Lies the beautiful Cancun peninsula punctuated by huge hotel on the beach resorts and to the East, the Island of Cozumel with three huge cruise ships (I can see the Carnival line, the Royal Caribbean and the Princess line) all lined up to dock on the Island. To the North East is the Isla Muerjes, which in Spanish means the Island of women. Here they raise Sea turtles and is the fourth largest green sea turtle habitat of the world. To the South, we could see the water world resorts of XCARET and XEL-HA. (Pronounced, ISH-Ca-RET and SHELL – Ha). They swim with dolphins there. Three hammer head sharks ( each about 20 feet long ) were circling just among the coral reef about 100 feet off- shore, and unaware swimmers were abound in the shallow, crystal clear, Turquoise blue, shallow waters just off Playa Del Carmen beach.

We only flew 1000 ft. MSL and it amazes me that they do this over the water as there was not enough altitude to glide to shore if there was an engine failure. Upon my protest of flying at such low attitude, Jose replied me with a smile and another, “don’ t worry, be happy”!! We flew midfield over Cancun airport as well as Cozumel airport to avoid collision with incoming jets bringing more tourists to liven up the Mexican economy. The airspace to fly in was very limiting. We could not fly above 1000 ft. and not below 500 ft. either, as helicopters were flying below 500 ft. between Cancun and Playa to  ferry tourists and business people along the coast. Upon my complaint about the limiting airspace … … guess what Jose’s reply was? …. JU GOT IT, AMIGO!!…. He said, “DON”T WORRY, BE HAPPY”!!

I could go on and on about the flight and the trip, but space is limiting here too. So, if you want to hear more about the flying, the skydiving or the whole enchilada of my trip to Mexico this time, then you must drop in at COBALT AVIATION and look me up so I can shoot more breezes with you. I have about 900 photos to share with you too. Thank God for Digital cameras.

Until then, here is ERISSA saying ADIOS and HASTA LA VISTA again. Blue sky and tail wind to all you pilots and soon to be pilots out there.

Runway 29/11 Playa Del Carmen, Mayan Riviera, Mexico. Yucatan Jungle to the East and Caribbean Sea to the west.