I have always felt irresistible fascination towards skies. When I was a small kid my grandfather taught me about constellations and how they have been used to map the sky and to navigate through the sea. He had also firmly planted the idea in my mind of not being the only intelligent form of life in this huge space.
Years later, I was still dreaming of being an adventurer, a brave discoverer in an endless quest for new secrets and excitements. Unfortunately, my parent’s plans for my future included classical piano, well behaviour, solid education in arts and culture, stiff collars and ribbons and mild character.
Something should have gotten very wrong in between, because instead of my collars and ribbons, someone obviously should have slipped my character into the cauldron with the starching liquid. After 16 years of piano playing, I didn’t become a famous concerting piano player, and broke the hearts of every single member of my family. I went to a normal university in the most distant place within the borders of the country. That was the time when I first saw and touched a computer.
Studying is fun, so couldn’t resist when I got an opportunity to study at the State Flight Academy of Ukraine. Besides, it was just too close to the space shuttles and dreams for the open space, to say “no”. Not really, I got that later, but I still have a diploma which says I’m a bachelor of aviation and cosmonautics. No kiddin’.
Since now I am a certified master of Aeronavigation Information Flight Servicing and Flight Planning , I think I have full rights to wish for more – a PPL – Private Pilot Licence. This is something like next topic on my agenda. Flying yourself is not anymore an activity for special groups, it is not even special itself. The only thing you really need is endless love towards the skies and desire to conquer them.
Now, this is how I do imagine the perfect family vehicle. It is not that I don’t like some cars, but flying is much more exciting. Those small aircraft are very cool – sure, they are not even close to flying stable in the are, but they definitely don’t drop like irons from the sky. No, really, just imagine the way I see it: having wonderful time constructing your own aircraft with a couple of friends, making quick jumps by the seaside for the weekend, having the obligation to fly your own birdy, in order to keep the brevet valid…. Life could be worse.
If you are still not convinced, it is time for you to watch “Those Magnificent Men in Their Flying Machines “. Ready to take off?