        The Piper quickly gained speed—with only her and a hundred pounds of groceries, it behaved like a race horse.  As she pitched the nose up, Jennifer felt a jolt of energy run through her body.  Takeoffs never grew old.  The twin Continental sixes were purring happily.  The airspeed needle finally passed the blue line as she retracted the gear, turning the Piper into a creature of the air once again.  “Here we go,” she muttered to the sky, breaking out in a smile.