There are many ironies in life. Here is one of my own.
I pride myself on being of average intelligence. I can solve most problems pretty quickly. However, compass headings are not my gift. I am told to fly a heading of two-three-zero and it takes me a little while to translate that into somewhere SW. I am sure there are plenty of people who struggle with this. However for those of you who know me very well, this is funny in my case because I have a compass rose tattooed onto my left foot. Either I need to start flying bare foot, start memorizing heading numbers or simply find someone else to navigate.
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