Whoops, did I offend anyone there? As I climb through the clouds and pull up the gear and flaps I am struck by how much louder the whole process is in these old birds. Maybe it's just my imagination--I have an active one you know!
Once through the clouds and approaching 290 knots I turn southeast and head for New York City. New York's ceiling is broken at about 7000 feet and I plan an approach into 13L, via the Canarsie VOR. I gotta say, really a beautiful city at night.
After a long but smooth landing I head off into "The City that Never Sleeps", looking for a good bed.
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