I flew anything and everything I could get my hands on and enjoyed them all, but I never liked helicopters. On the few occasions I was forced to to fly in one the thought of all those nuts, bolts and rivets vibrating loose scared the pants off me. I will never forget witnessing a Belvedere explode in the night sky as I approached Khormaksar in an Argosy or sitting next to a young 2nd Lieutenant in an AAC Scout as he demonstrated his prowess with a practice engine failure and auto rotate landing in the Radfan. Looking up at an ancient yellow Sycamore rattling above me while being winched from a dinghy off Bahrain was no fun either. Even at my advanced age I would rather strap myself into and fly a Meteor or Vampire than take a ride in a chopper.