Easter dinner at a friend's house brought an unexpected surprise.

The house in question is actually part of a 'flying community' of sorts, where everyone has a hanger and there's a landing strip running right down the middle of the neighborhood.

"Want to take a ride?" I was asked after dinner. "Yes!" I said. I hoped I wouldn't barf. I was full of food.

_{Beechcraft Sundowner of Doom at the left, my Ford Escape at the right for scale.}

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_{So inviting. And tiny.}

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_{I really had to wedge myself into the cockpit. I'm a tall guy. The plane is not meant for tall guys.}

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_{Always look both ways before you cross the street...with your plane.}

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_{Looks like someone else had the same idea today.}

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_{Final photo of me and @morodiene. If we don't make it back alive...somebody please feed my cats.}

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_{We made it into the air! Everything is so absurdly flat. I knew South Florida was flat, but this was really flat.}

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_{Took a swing past our house. We're one of the orange-roofed houses in the middle. I won't say which one because of ... stalkers.}

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_{Made it back alive! Just in time to watch the sunset.}

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All things considered it was fun. I sweated a lot during the flight, and got a bit of vertigo when the pilot banked. A small, cheap airplane like this must be what Spirit Airlines is like.

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_{Photos by @negativer.}

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