I haven't been flying enough, as in putting my butt in the pilot's seat and taking an aircraft from point A to point B. A big part of the reason why not is because I just do NOT like having to completely change everything I ever learned, in order to deal with George W. Bush's paranoia about small aircraft, and his lovely new defense zone that includes my little airport in Gaithersburg, MD.
Flying used to be like driving a car. Get in, start up, and go wherever your heart desired as long as you stay out of places you weren't supposed to go. These places were well mapped out, and alternatives were provided so that you weren't inconvenienced too terribly much. For example, we were provided corridors between National and Dulles to get to the south, and a corridor between National and BWI to go to the East.
Now many might think that this is just the "whining of one of those rich pilots" but think about it. Anyone can learn how to fly if they put the time and effort into it. And yes, there is money, but you really don't have to be "rich" to own an aircraft or a piece of an aircraft. One has to think, if now they're targeting small aircraft because there are relatively few general aviation pilots, why not target other possible threats that can get MUCH closer without being detected, such as boats or trucks. What could be next?
But anyway, back to the lament. In order to fly around now, one must file a plan telling the government where you are going and when, then must sit on the ground and wait until the overworked air traffic control person has the time available to let you out. Then to come back, you have to land somewhere outside the ADIZ, and then call to refile, then circle until someone has time to let you in. Now, it generally doesn't take terribly much time (except on beautiful weekends) but having to land somewhere outside the ADIZ and then take off again can take up to 1/2 an hour or so. Still, it's not so much the inconvenience, although that is a pain. It's more the idea that suddenly we've become a threat. A distrusted part of society. Even though we know logically that someone with an ultralight that doesn't need an airport to take off and land from, could launch from anywhere around the ADIZ, get in, and drop whatever. We also know that just about anyone with a strip of land and a short takeoff and landing aircraft (STOL) can take off from any backyard and make it to the White House before anyone notices, and long before they scramble jets to stop it.
So, anyway, I haven't been flying much since the whole thing has become so much less convenient and so much less FUN. The idea of boring holes in the sky unfettered by the ground is much less appealing when you can have your butt shot down for turning in the wrong direction. Regardless of this, there are times when flying is, by far, the most convenient way from point to point, and therefore it is useful to keep one's skills current so that one may actually pilot a plane when one has somewhere to go.
It is in that vein that I finally went for my instrument proficiency check on Sunday with my favorite crazy instructor Paul. It was VERY hot outside, and of course, the airplane has no AC, but it wasn't too bad when we were off the ground and at about 3000 feet. I hadn't flown simulated instruments in over a year (besides partial IMC ferrying the airplane for annual last month), so this was an interesting endeavor to say the least. I am rusty, that much is for sure, but I made a plausible impression of someone who knew what they were doing, and actually found the runway a number of times, therefore I have been "signed off" and can now fly to Ocracoke next weekend. Yum.