The logbook says 0.9 hours. The video says everything else.

Nina is a flight instructor at a small field outside Winston-Salem — private-pilot students, rusty pilots coming back after decades, and career changers grinding toward their checkride. Every lesson she flies, a small camera rides on the cockpit mount, because the debrief is where the learning actually happens.

The camera was for teaching. Then students started asking for the footage itself — the first landing they greased, the crosswind they finally beat, and above all the first solo: the one flight where the right seat is empty and the camera is the only witness.

Now Nina uploads each lesson’s clips and photos to Solberra before the plane is tied down. Students buy their milestones and keep them — the shaky first circuits, the steady later ones, the solo grin. The logbook proves it happened; the video shows what it felt like.