不惑之年，冲上云霄.docVIP

不惑之年，冲上云霄 　　Parked beside the 1）sleek Air Canada jet， she looked like a toy. But my enthusiasm would not be curbed. 　　The tiny two-seat 2）Cessna shone in the sun. And for one hour she was mine. Well， sort of. The bill was mine alone. Control and responsibility for my first flight lesson would be shared with my instructor， Glen. 　　I’d enrolled in 3）ground school last winter， and by spring had 4）morphed into a plane geek. I struck a deal with myself： 100 hours of ground school and online study would be rewarded in summer with one hour of shockingly expensive inflight instruction. 　　So， there