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Date: 21 August 2007 15:46:31
That is how someone found this blog yesterday or today. I can't work out how this phrase and my blog go together. I know that I love flying/aircraft but I hate Manchester and have no helicopter of my own. Anyway I'm more of a fixed wing lover personally.
There is nothing on earth like the sight of a Hercules, F15 Eagle or an A10A Thunderbolt II flying over to stir the blood; well, apart from the Battle of Britain Memorial Flight. From a young age the sound of an aircraft in the sky has always guaranteed that I'll look up everytime.
As an Air Cadet I got to fly in almost every non- fighter aircraft the RAF possessed. From the first time I experienced aerobatics in a Chipmunk I was hooked. I still remember the feeling of fear and excitement as the North Sea got closer and closer as we dived, almost vertically, towards it. Then the gut wrenching slump as we fought gravity to pull away.
Since then I've flown a 13 hour sortee in a Nimrod looking for Russian "spy" trawlers and Royal Navy submarines; I've taken control of various aircraft, including a Gazelle helicopter over the M4 motorway; and I've leaped from a Hercules with nothing but a piece of silk to prevent me from burying myself several feet into the Earth.