Well Marcio and I finally got the Cirrus off the ground, and are on our way, sort of. My boss Cory, and and fellow ferry pilot Pete, were on their way down from Scotland en route to Kenya and thought it would be fun to meet up for some dinner and wine in France. He didn’t have to tell us twice. We were on our way to the French Alps before you could say Mon Duex! Or something equally clever in French. On the way we decided to test the Cirrus’ high altitude performance by climbing up to 22,000 feet. The plane performed perfectly, but Marcio didn’t fare so well. We were using oxygen with the nose inserts when he started to feel a bit dizzy. I told him to switch to a full O2 make but the transition took longer then he thought it would, and he got a little hypoxia before I took over and set his mask up for him. Better be careful up there, some of don’t have that many brain cells left to spare.
