I love to fly, standing firmly on the ground. When I dream I'm flying as well as a hawk, eagle or hummingbird. Fly like Superman, high and fast in the air while doing flips, spins, soaring rock climb and descent. I dream to become a pilot. Fly by helicopter. Twelve years ago I served in the armies of air. Nam, serial soldiers from the collection were not allowed to fly along with the unions. Our participation in flying consisted of removing the equipment from the hangar, cleaning of wheels and wings, exchange batteries and tuning the radio. Sometimes we would end the special mission - to peel the aviation fuel to the canister - a decent F-126p Ensign śmigał on how to Porsche. One night scoffed the pilot, and together with my colleague went for a night flight schooling. Snarling Mi-6 gave the impression that I'm about to fall apart. Everything trembled stukało, vibrated, and the sight of the altimeter pointing over 200 meters drove faster heartbeat. You sit on a chair with a poor steel pipes and much, because the helicopters and so does not make sense to take a parachute. Thoughts of rotor noise interferes. The words stuck in his throat. Embrace hands firmly and look straps. The city at night is a beautiful sight, and the millions of sparkling lights up like a star! Colourful glow in shades of colors of the rainbow! Hawk, eagle, hummingbird, Superman. Pilot was a man with a great sense of humor. He threw one jerk helm of a helicopter straight down on the tarmac. I looked like coming up with concrete, wide open mouth. Zawiśliśmy in the air, motionless in the 10 meters. Dinner stopped last ounce of strength in the esophagus ...
and amusement park, amusement park always has something such as a carousel kretyńskiego. A man sits in the seat size barely sufficient competence in the ass and spinning around a vertical pole. Pole time, just like this at Hansa Park, is designed to be arms of the chair holding a rose and fell during the rotation. Four thin chains are the only guarantee of safety. Soaring on a leash, I have the sun on your back once again on the face and the dre as I have breath in my lungs - I want to get off k. .. and now this! Think about where you are located in the body of fear, locate it and feel, and then disappears. I have a fear in the ass! I want to get off k. .. and now this!
I got for my birthday a military helicopter - the CH-47 Chinook - radio-controlled model. It has two rotors, four wheels, as the Dachshund is a long and full of color brushed, rotten greens. I loaded the batteries into the control console, and charged the battery powering the engines. I sit comfortably in a chair and watch as the Chinook rises vertically from the floor. Lever forward and flies out the window curtain concealed. Lever back, back, flying over his head and falls between the books. Mission accomplished disaster. Start from the table. Turnover in the air, lowering the ceiling, turn again, a few inches up, hang. Rotors fall into resonance, Chinook revolves around its own axis and falls on the carpet. Mission accomplished disaster. Quick Start from the rack, spiral down, stop, slow down vertically, landing and shut down the engines. The light starts flashing red. Time to recharge, CH-47 back to the hangar, I love to fly ... standing firmly on the ground ...
