Tampa, Florida, United States, May, 2019
I found a course. It had to be in Florida because that’s where my license was issued. I checked almost all places, almost all were booked, except one, in Tampa. I quickly booked a one way intercontinental ticket to Florida. I had about one day to catch the flight, and there was a strict policy about not being late for this course, even by an hour. Something happened with the flight, as it always does, and I was behind schedule. No matter what I did, I was going to be an hour late. I called the instructor and he said I wouldn’t be able to attend. I explained my situation and he made an exception.
One of the last things our instructor told us was to never drink and drive., which was followed by a story about how as a kid he had drunk a case of beers and was flying a helicopter and crashed it into a tree, and he woke up in a hospital bed looking at the TV with the news on with a story about a boy who crashed a helicopter into a tree. The next day, I had a motorcycle license.