When I First Looked Back At The

The First Plane Ride Was In A Homemade Glider My Buddy And I Built. Unfortunately We Didn't Get More Than Four Feet Off The Ground, Because It Crashed.

You Know, Being A Test Pilot Isn't Always The Healthiest Business In The World.

Then I Thought, With The Same Clubhead Speed, The Ball's Going To Go At Least Six Times As Far. There's Absolutely No Drag, So If You Do Happen To Spin It, It Won't Slice Or Hook 'cause There's No Atmosphere To Make It Turn.

Obviously I Was Challenged By Becoming A Naval Aviator, By Landing Aboard Aircraft Carriers And So On.

Later, In The Early Teens, I Used To Ride My Bike Every Saturday Morning To The Nearest Airport, Ten Miles Away, Push Airplanes In And Out Of The Hangars, And Clean Up The Hangars.