I believe I can fly!

Why I decided to learn to fly

Lincoln Marina

Why am I doing this? Well you can blame my wife partly, after all she’s the one who bought me a trial flight for my 52nd birthday in 2015. But really the roots of wanting to fly go back to my childhood, to a geeky pre-teen who used to go down to Sheffield Central Library every week and check out books on flying, flight training, anything to do with planes. I’ve always loved history as well, so military aircraft were a big thing to me, including building Airfix models (who didn’t of my contemporaries?).

But we were pretty poor, and my eyesight wasn’t brilliant, and I was chubby and not very athletic, so the opportunity to be a pilot wasn’t ever going to come my way. I did look at joining the RAF but it just wasn’t going to happen, and then, like a lot of childhood dreams, it just faded away.

But being older, and having a bit more money, and time, meant my opportunity has come round again. I’m not going to be in the Red Arrows, or fly 747s across the Atlantic (thank goodness), but when I get my licence I’ll be able to fly for my own enjoyment, whenever I like. And that seems like great thing to be able to do.

So have a listen at my first podcast episode, If you like it, come back, there’ll be more. And thanks for listening and reading, please feel free to drop any comments you think are relevant, I’d love to read them.

Author: oldmannewpilot

An old man, becoming a new pilot