I can’t tell any good stories about first solos because I’m not much of a storyteller, and all of mine have been uneventful. However, there is always a little bit of the thrill of the very first solo when I solo a new category or type.
My first first solo was in an old C172 that I’d been flying around with a 220+ lb instructor, so like everyone else the improved performance was a little eye opening.
Next big one was my first jet solo in the air force. As an instructor looking back now, I bet my IP back then was sweating my solo more than I was, because I really sucked. Same as the 172 solo; first landing was okay and the second one was a little better, but the last landing was a serious prang. The cool thing was that my instructor walked Mrs. C up to the control tower and she was the voice I heard on the ground control frequency clearing me to taxi back for parking after the solo.
My first solo cross country was after I’d been flying jets for a few hundred hours, so you’d think that taking the keys to a C150 that I’d never flown before would not be so exciting, but it was. Before the 450-mile cross country I took the plane up solo for an hour to get familiar with some stalls, spins and touch-and-gos. Next day I started out for what amounted to over six hours on three hops, saving me only about an hour off the drive when you account for time on the ground to get fuel. Once I got comfortable with the fuel burn, I was okay with two-hopping back but really didn’t save much more time. A C150 can be painful that way.
Glider solo was naturally a thrill, 'cause you can’t go around! And the first time I soloed a single-seat glider was fun too, because the handle was much more nimble than the large two-seat glider I’d trained in.
Most recently was the first tailwheel solo, which like every other tailwheel solo since then has been a lesson in relearning the wheel landing; for some reason I find them more challenging than three-point landings, which is exactly opposite of what my old boss (a test pilot) told me to expect - she thought wheel landings were more like landing a nosedragger and that three-pointers were harder!
I really enjoy whenever I get to solo a plane at work but those opportunities are few and far between now. Usually we fly for less than 1.5 hours, but recently took a company plane cross country and logged two 3.2 hour legs, allowing me to experience the saying “ran out of ass before I ran out of gas” (because an ejection seat is not comfortable after about an hour).
My first solo emergency was when I had a landing gear malfunction flying solo on a formation flight a half year ago; since I was on the wing for a wing landing, I almost missed the faulty indication until doing my traditional CYA gear check on short final - either something changed from my first gear check or my eyes had fooled me, but I went around and took the lead when I noticed a red light. Turns out it was a new plane, like less than 20 hours and had some hydraulic plumbing gremlins that another guy’d experienced the previous week. My dual lead couldn’t see from their position in front of me that the nose gear wasn’t fully extended, but felt really bad about missing another visual cue that my configuration was wacky: the gear doors were still hanging. After running the emergency checklist I landed uneventfully, but it made me take my Before Landing checks a lot more seriously, and reinforced my short final “last gear check” habit pattern.