I had to wait a looooooooong time to learn myself (I'd wanted to ever since I was 5 years old and used to lie down in my backyard watching all the "little airplanes" fly overhead - there were a lot more in the sky in 1964). But I didn't get my ticket until 2002, shortly after my 43rd birthday. It consumes virtually every non-family related thought I have. In my office I have a JNCA-5 chart on the wall, along with an AOPA calendar, a poster of a 182T panel and a plaque my father-in-law gave me for my birthday with an image of a Cessna and my name with the date I got my ticket.

On my reviews, my boss always asks me to set goals for the coming year. I've had two reviews with this guy and my only goal so far has been, "To become the corporate pilot." ;0)

Of all the things I've done (and I don't mean to imply they are legion), flying is the one thing I've found that there is no part that I don't like. Hamburger up a landing - that's okay, it was still fun and it gives you an excuse to take off, fly around the patch and try it again ;0)