Look, when I reached a certain age, I was required to obtain a private pilots license. Well, required is kind of a strong word. You know, because when any guy gets to that age he has to do something like that, and since I already lived in Florida and owned a convertible - it was the natural choice.
I wasn't, however; prepared for how much I loved flying and how it suddenly took over my life (until the incident on SRQ's runway 14 (which I still not discuss)). Anyway, I found myself looking for a place to live where I could keep my plane in my garage and fly whenever I wanted. To be clear, it's not just the John Travolta's of the world that can afford these places, and there's a great one right in Sarasota.
Except it's also an equestrian neighborhood.
Seriously?!?! You expect me to pull my new plane out of my garage (hanger) and taxi through the subdivision while risking running into a 1,200lb, four legged beast who might get spooked and make a decision that I find regrettable? Are you kidding me?
I love animals - really I do. I rescued my dog and am active in an animal non profit but the thought of a horse on my taxiway FREAKS ME OUT!!! Can you imagine landing at an airport and seeing cows grazing on the infield? NO!!!
I mean let's keep horses in the country and planes at the airport. It's just good common sense - not to mention the visual I have of walking my dog after dinner and having her chase a horse onto a runway. Like for real - it would keep me up at night. So let's try to have subdisvions that are only for one interest and not combind them.
Ever.
You're welcome.
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