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Some of  the luckier ones have their joy rides while attending ground school. I was not one of these, however, even though I did hang around the flying camps for several off-days. But today, after coming in from the city and a bath and good bed, I walked over to the hangars just in time for an invitation from Cadet Ellis of my 28th Squadron, to go up. On with an overcoat and a pair of goggles and into the front seat of C-366. The propeller was whirled to 1300 revolutions per minute, the mechanics helped swing the body around, a wave of the hand and we were "taxiing" across the field to get the start against the wind, a quick run along the ground with the tail in the air - and in a wink or two we were sailing over