I guess everybody has their own reason why they enjoy it. What's yours???

At one time or another in everybody’s life they have a dream, a dream of something that they want to come true in a world of nightmares…my dream came true.

 

As the warm sun slowly set into the abyss of a cold evening the lingering smell of jet fuel was present. With the shout “CLEAR!” the four pistons of my father’s plane started beating in a rhythm of putts. With a small push of the throttle we began rolling towards the runway. As the soft blue glow of the taxi lights burned into the ground, we came to a stop. With a short wait my father started to speak into his microphone. It was English however I couldn’t understand any of it. Then suddenly I heard my dad “six two four to charley clear for takeoff runway three two right”. Those words “cleared for takeoff” will forever have the biggest impression in my life. My father steered the plane onto the runway where the gentle rhythm of the pistons beating became a thunderous roar. We were speeding down the runway forever increasing in speed. Then as Bernoulli had proved the most amazing thing happened, we flew.

I closed my eyes for a second thinking “this has to be a dream”. Then I opened them again. As we were flying above the trees looking down on the world as the birds have always done, I knew that very second, this is what I want to do. The sun was setting all its light was turning dark, the Christmas lights down below started to illuminated our night. My father was watching the lights, I was supposed to be but instead I was watching him. Seeing how happy and at peace he was assured me what must be true. Flying is what I want to do. The world’s shortest hour had come quickly to an end and it was time to return to the home that I knew...earth. As we slowly returned down the prison of gravity I closed my eyes again, hoping, praying, and just wishing anything that they plane would never stop flying. Sadly that wish never came true. We landed and the roar of the motor turned quickly again into the gentle soothing putt of idle. My father taxied back to the tie down, he pulls back on the fuel and the motor came to a jolting stop, the plane didn’t want to stop either. As the gentle putts slowly turned into the decreasing pitching of the gyros winding down I climbed out of the flying beauty. Instead of looking at the earth my eyes were forever moved to the sky, admiring all who knew the secret I did. Flying is the greatest thing to leave your pains, fears and worries behind, flying is the best escape.

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I have a VFR request

i fly because its safer then driving on the interstate,after 400nm 8/11/07 soul partner and i finish a restfull weekend with friends and family high scool reunion in ind. from tn. and back "a mile from our home a older lady hit us",,,,,,,,,,,,, trucks total and now im skared to drive, so we fly.

It's undescribable!  Totally amazing, quite, no traffic jams, fun, and challenging

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WEE HOOO Lets Fly!