Item 02: John Herbert Butler correspondence, 1914-1920 - Page 55

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careful how you bring her to earth in a glide. Piloting an aeroplane is to one like sailing a yacht. The day I was launched, that is, when the instructor sent me up on my own, I felt as happy as larry, & king of the air. I stopped up for an hour that day.

One has no sense of speed or movement when well up in the air. All you get is the rush of wind past your head & the roar of your engine. You get plenty of sensation when you shut your engine off, put her nose down to glide to earth, or when you stunt up at a good height. (Switch-back, & steep banking)

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