Hey!! We need some excitement around here. "Cora I'll be back directly" gotta go see a man about a dog. Let's just check this ole gal out, make sure all the cables look good, the rudder and the ailerons are working, the oil is fine and I have enough gas. Getting the thing started by yourself was a feat. There was no starter and no one around to prop you off. So a pilot had to learn how to set all the controls, chock the wheels, stand outside the cockpit behind the propeller and with one hand pull the prop through hard enough for the mag to fire the ignition. That could wear you out quickly. The engine fires and you crawl into the cockpit rather hastily. Those chickens have scattered now and, you taxi out of the yard to the runway, turn the plane away from the house before you run it up to check out the few instruments. The pitch of the prop changes with RPM, you feel the pull on the plane as you hold the brake on, there's nothing like the sound, the smell, the vibration and the dust kicked up behind. Everything seems to be okay. You release the brake and with the throttle wide open you begin to move down the strip. The plane is bouncing with the unevenness of the ground, the windows are shaking and the whole plane is vibrating. Your speed is increasing, the runway is not that long so you anticipate lift, it comes, you're off the ground and climbing, the horizon changes you're in the air and now you can relax. Everything slows down and now you experience God's world in an indescribable way. No wonder some men and women live to fly.