I once was going to be an airline pilot. Life decided otherwise, but my love for aviation remains. From the blog: "As I look back now, from the leading edge of a comfortably established twenty-first century, I find the evolution of aviation nothing short of breathtaking. Between the Wright Brothers hopping off the ground like over-excited crickets in the very dawn of the twentieth century and my days of glory, eighty years later, the leap had been spectacular. But during the exponential growth that followed to this day, some thirty years later, it has been simply worthy of science-fiction. Sadly, I have been in near-hibernation for most of that time, frustrated out of my flying dreams and turning a cold shoulder to progress.
As I wake up from deep sleep and start interesting myself with all things aviation-related again, having long lost the ability to properly fly an aircraft heavier than my Swing paraglider and given up on all aloft dreams except those of soaring and simulation, I am getting reacquainted with a marvel-like universe where fly-by-wire gargantuan giants dispute the sky with Lilliputians of acute electronic precision. Even Barjavel, Asimov, Clarke and Bach did not prepare me for this."
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