The physics of flying really interests me and the amazing freedom that the ability to fly gives you. (If you can get your hands on a damn plane.
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The peace of the air and seeing busy buzzing streets of stressed out people below while you glide freely where ever you might feel the need to go. Just after seeing the most spectacular sunset behind distant stormy clouds.
The adrenalin rush of bouncy turbulance thinking that this old banger of a plane is never going to survive and pulling out the other side with sweaty hands and a feeling of satisfaction after some pretty mean flying!
Thats about it I think, jesus that was like poetry but is really how I feel
