Like many people before me, I have a dream. Mine isn’t Earth
shattering in the realms of human rights or engineering prowess, but it is, for
me a powerful one none the less.
OK My Dream….
I’m having a draining week at work*, so I decide I want to fly somewhere
at the weekend. I don’t have to persuade RTH, negotiate for his time and
effort. I just announce to him that this weekend I’m going to XXX, wanna come?
I don’t actually mind if he joins me or not. If he does, great,
another shared adventure. If not , fine too – an adventure all of my own.
Maybe I do go on my own. I plan my flight and one Saturday morning
I launch into the sky. Maybe I go mid-week, taking the multitude of accumulated
lieu hours off from work in order to escape the weekend rush.
So I fly to wherever-the-hell-I-like and land, without incident. I
find somewhere to park my plane. Pushing it back into the spot if needed and
wander off in search of Coffee or a soft drink and food. Maybe I end up
chatting with people in the café. They ask if I’m the Brit they’ve heard on the
radio. Ice broken we delve into plane talk. We swap flying stories. I explain
that my plane is merely a rental. We swap tales, plane quirks. I express my
fondness for the plane because I soloed/Cross Countried/passed my flight test
in her. I might bemoan her lack of pockets or tendency to nose up high all the
time.
We’ll swap stories, airport hints, food finds. We might exchange contact
details, promises of future meet ups if we happen to be passing. One pilot to
another.
Then I return, plane back to CYTZ, me back to home. Refreshed, exhilarated
and exhausted all at the same time. Ready to face whatever the world chooses to
throw at me and already counting the days until I’m back in the air again.
So there you have it, fairly mundane as pilot’s dreams go but to me
the very pinnacle of my hopes
* I don’t dream of having a bad week at work, but I am a realist!
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