The Santa Monica Mountains are the reason Hollywood does not have an airport. There is one gap in that ridge at the Cahuenga Pass, the 101 goes through it past the Bowl, and on the far side the ground flattens into the valley floor where Van Nuys Airport sits. From Hollywood Boulevard that is nineteen miles of freeway with no surface streets involved. It is a shorter run than most people in Hollywood assume, and it ends at a field with a control tower, maintenance hangars and a proper fleet.
Hollywood work does not fit a fixed timetable, which is the recurring theme in conversations we have with people from Franklin Avenue, Beachwood Canyon and the blocks around Gower. A camera assistant on a Sunset Bronson show has a different week every week. A composer works nights. An agent's diary changes at four in the afternoon. Because we take bookings one lesson at a time from nine in the morning to nine at night, seven days, training here bends around a production calendar instead of fighting it.
There is a second Hollywood audience and we should be honest about it: people who do not want a license at all. They want to take a partner up for sixty minutes on an anniversary, or put a friend in the left seat of a Cirrus for a birthday. That is a completely legitimate reason to come. An introductory flight for two starts at $299 for the hour, or $399 in the SR22 with its glass panel and leather seats, and nobody will push you toward a course afterwards.
If you do want the license, the numbers are plain. A sport pilot certificate is $8,400 and is enough for day flying in light aircraft. The standard private pilot program is $10,900 and is what most people mean when they say they want to learn to fly. An instrument rating afterwards is $11,700. Every figure is the whole course. We will sit down with you for free, without a deposit, and go through which one actually matches what you want.