Flying a jet fighter

Yesterday, I realised an ancient dream: I enjoyed a jet fighter ride and felt the thrills of aerobatics! I’m a jet fighter fan for a while, since it goes back to my childhood. But unlike most boys, it didn’t start because I was fascinated by pilots and war. It was quite the opposite, actually. A bird is at the origin of my interest for airplanes. I remember how it started. On holiday with my parents, we visited a bird sanctuary in the hills. My mom was heavily pregnant with number two, and we sat down on rows of tiered wooden benches for a falconry display. As the handlers prepared for the show, a single large raptor was released and climbed high into the clear skies until it had all but vanished. While the demonstration continued, the bird was forgotten. But at the end of the show, we were invited to look up and soon we were all tracking it. Suddenly, it tucked in its wings and began to dive towards the ground. At first it was impossible to gain any appreciation of the falcon’s speed, but it quickly became clear that she seemed to be moving unnaturally fast. Her dive was carefully controlled with small, instinctive movements of her tail and neatly folded wings, but it was unnerving to see her plummet straight towards the ground with a terminal velocity way beyond 100 mph. Just when she seemed too close to avoid smashing into the midst of her slack-jawed audience, she swooped a couple of feet over our heads — so low that we could feel the disturbance in the still air as she streaked past. She then followed the descending contours of the stadium-style seating towards her handler where, with perfect precision, she flared and dropped gently on to the waiting leather gauntlet. It was majestic — a sight so thrilling that I found myself blinking back tears ofjoy, grateful for a pair of sunglasses to hide such an emotional response to the awe-inspiring display I’d just experienced. No wonder the lure of flying has such a hold. As long as human beings have lived alongside birds, we’ve wanted to join them. Our efforts to do so have rarer been as elegant or as smooth, but they have been dangerous, exciting, intriguing, clever, unexpected, loud, spectacular, courageous, ambitions, unsuccessful and brilliant. And sometimes, on rare occasions, like that extraordinary diving falcon, they’ve moved us. Look at me: a single bird led me to fly a jet fighter! If the Butterfly Effect exists, I let you guess the force of a bird effect. If you want to get more information follow the link to the website of the company offering this amazing experience to fly a jet fighter.