I'm going on my fifty fifth trip around the sun coming up this year. Any of you know for yourselves that when you put in miles like that your character gets tested here and there and ya win some and ya lose some. I've won most of the big tests of my character, and failed a few here and there like anyone else. Some were minor, some... I just shat the bed and crashed and burned. I lived and I learnt, I guess.
One battle I fought and lost, and it sticks in my craw sideways to this very day:
I bought one used from a manky dirt farmer out in Holden AB. My internal alarm bells were going off full blast when I bought it, my Bush Radar was on DEFCON 1, and I could hear the Devil, Murphy and Darwin hooting with delight when I did the deal. But my hear was lost. My first effort in ultralight aviation ended badly. I crashed the Filthie Bird in a standing crop of canola just outside Vegreville, AB. It was a forced landing in either the canola field, or a sewage lagoon. I chose the canola. JFC, what a mess. The bird was a write-off, but that beshitted Rotax engine was salvageable and some meat head probly bought it after I turned it over to a fellow aviator. Nobody deserves that. The prayer of the 2 stroke engine aviator to his gods is 'Hail seizure, we who are about to die...'.
And yannow, even though I lost, I lost like a champ. I flew that bird right up until the crops grabbed my gear and tore my little plane to shreds. A Thunderbird pilot couldna done any better. I didn't gobble in fright, I didn't pish myself, I looked those devils square in the eye - and winked! Perhaps they appreciated my sense of humour. It is said that God loves cowards, fools and little girls and I am good for two outta three on that.
When I crashed the chrome moly control bar wrapped itself around my chest. That's the stuff they make bicycle frames out of. I didn't have so much as a bruise after the crash. But all the same I thought God may have been trying to tell me something and I dropped out of ultralight aviation. But...
Dammit, I want a re-match! I hate it when adverse people and circumstances get the better of me and walking away is not in my nature. Gather round, men - here's what we're looking at:
Ohhhhhh yeah..... meet the Chinook.
That was my original heart throb - they sold these things down in Vernon BC - the aviators down there fly in the mountains and are among the best light aircraft aviators on earth. Now - I don't care to tempt the gods doing stuff like that... but jeez louise - a tail dragger? Tundra tires? Oh baby, be still, my beating heart!
Option two: lookit this crabby old stubfart:
That's the Kolb Firefly with folding wings. That thing is taken out, flown, folded up and back in the trailer faster n' you can think about it!
I've always wanted to do ultralight aviation. I tried once, got beat... but now? Maybe it is time to take another swing at it?
Something to think about more when I sober up, I suppose.
I don't drink much anymore these days... and that's probly a GOOD thing.