Hey kids. First assignment for my Magazine Writing class was to write "My Story", and it was to be 500-725 words. Those were the only instructions we got. So, I wrote about me and aviation! it is included below. Feel free to comment on whether or not you think it is expressive enough and if you feel the same way, etc... Hope you like it!
There is something about an airplane that does something to me. Many people who know me are aware of this, and never quite figure out why I have such an attraction to the winged flying machine. Since before I can remember, airplanes have fascinated me like nothing else on this earth. Even the ladies!
Take last night, for instance. I was out with a friend of mine, and we were at a bar/club called The Summit. School is back in session here in Iowa City, and that means at least 6,000 undergraduate females are back in school on there own after having been forced to stay at home with their parents for over a month. This was the first full weekend back, and the young-lings were out in full force, as were the old-lings (like the graduate student sort such as myself).
My buddy and I were sitting in a booth, just gazing out at all the girls in the bar. Let me tell you, it was quite the site. I happened to look up at a television screen hanging from the ceiling in front of us, and for some reason, there was a program about NASA’s “Commitment to General Aviation”. On the screen at the time was a video of an aircraft called the SR
-22; the only aircraft to be equipped with an airframe parachute. It is manufactured by a company called Cirrus, and is a very popular aircraft among general aviation circles.
I was instantly engrossed with the show, and had nearly forgotten about all of the scantily clad females surrounding me. After a few minutes of watching this, I realized where I was, and made the decision to ignore the television. Thankfully, a few minutes after that, the channel was changed to some sports show, and I was able to continue my observation of the fairer sex.
Situations like these are always popping up, and never cease to amaze those around me at how I can tune everything out at the mere sight of an airplane.
What is interesting about this (I think at least) is that I’ve done so many things related to aircraft and flying and everything inclusive that you might think that my passion for it would have worn down by now. After all, I’m 22 years old and have done more things with aviation than the majority of adults ever will. I have my Commercial Pilots License, been employed by a company that some would consider the most successful airline in history, and even flown inside the cockpit of a Boeing 737 on an actual revenue producing commercial flight. Other than actually being hired by an airline and being paid to fly for them, there isn’t much more that the lay person could want to do involving airplanes that I haven’t done.
And yet, my aviation flame still burns blue. At times, it can become a safety issue. Driving past an airport requires a bit more concentration on my part than of other drivers, as the mere chance of an airplane in the sky requires my neck to contort in ways thought impossible by me until driving past the airport. This obviously involves taking my eyes off the road, but I have become such a pro at spotting (an aviation insider term for people who watch airplanes) while driving that I can effortlessly keep my car between the lines whilst 90% of my attention is devoted outside of the car and road area.
My conclusions about these facts are fairly simple. Aviation has, and always will be, one of the most important facets of my life. As of yet, there has been no catalyst that has taken away any of my aviation fervor, nor has anything been able to “dull the flame”, so to speak. I no longer have major aspirations to become an airline pilot, but that is due to external market forces and other facts I have had to face about my life, rather than something inside me saying “Ewwe, I don’t want to be an airline pilot”.
Easily my favorite part about aviation is knowing that I can reproduce all those great, kid-like sensations that everyone who has supposedly “grown up” still quietly enjoys, merely by going to an airport and seeing an airplane fly.