CesnaThe word Cesna, to me, conjures up certain images.

When I was young my father had a small hatchback Ford Escort. It was possibly the most gutless car on the road at any given time. It’s weight was slight enough that it might have been possible to drive it like the Flintstones but it’s engine was so lacking in power that it couldn’t go up hills without shedding speed prodigiously.

When I hear ‘Cesna’ I always think of my father’s little Ford Escort with wings barreling down the runway, engine roaring, trying desperately to get enough speed to take off.

It turns out that is both accurate and not in that strange kind of dichotomy that the imagination seems perfectly suited for.

The Cesna really does have to roar to get off the ground — though no more than other planes I imagine — and it might be smaller on the inside than the Ford Escort was. It’s definitely harder to get in and out of.

It isn’t struggling, though, it’s just got a really loud engine and once it’s up in the air it tucks the wind beneath it’s wings and goes where you point it.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s