Going Direct: Two Degrees Of Separation From Chuck Yeager

How his career and legend shaped my flying life, and those of a million other pilots.

My instructor and I were quiet as we flew, winging along, a couple of hundred feet above the starkly beautiful western Mojave Desert. I was doing the flying, working on my commercial certificate (which I would not complete for another decade and a half ), and the guy in the right seat, Si Campbell, was doing the instructing, which he mostly did without saying a word.

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