I have never really enjoyed flying. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great invention, but I find myself fussing so much internally before I board an aircraft. Cold sweats, headaches and feelings of gloom are the usual accompaniments. Gadzooks!! Would you ever fly in one of these microlights?
Look at them. Nothing more than a flimsy baby buggy/stroller. Strapped on the back is what appears to be a domestic fan. Occasionally something more powerful seems to be used such as a garden strimmer with attached blades. Have you ever seen one take to the air?
An Attack Of Billiousness
They start their move for take off on a piece of rough grass which seems to go on forever. The engine is increased to full throttle and sounds similar to a giant wasp suffering an attack of billiousness! Weeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaarggggghhhhhhhh as they trundle off down the makeshift runway. How the thing doesn’t fall to bits from vibration in the first few feet I’ll never know.
Are They Completely Bonkers?
These people have to love what they do. Either that or they are completely bonkers. After what seems an age of travelling the runway at 20 mph (I’m sure it’s faster) they actually take to the air. That’s when I have to look away. On a majority of takeoffs, the die hard pilots then face a bum twitching time of avoiding power cables containing 50,000 volts of electricity which could melt their butts before they’ve even had chance to realise what the smell of burning is.
I suppose I feel a sense of admiration for the guys and gals that fly these things. They are very brave. What I can’t understand is how they are prepared to risk their lives in something that looks so flimsy. Even when the flight has been good and the views excellent, they still have to get these things back on the ground. With those shopping cart wheels hitting the grass at 50mph like an Elephant on acid, it’s a bumpy ride.
Good luck to them and their crazy flying machines. You won’t see me getting in one any day soon.
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