entry 67 - 12th March 02
I've cracked it.
If I had to sign on today I could stand there, hand on heart, and tell them there's a job I can do... I could be one of those mini-helicopter camera operators - the ones that film geese flying along in David Attenborough documentaries.
Blimey... an actual job!
The point is that I've cracked flying the Huey. I took it to Sisbury Ring today, and, starting with the trusty old backwards and forwards dragging along the ground, I graduated to little Bunny Hops, then bigger Bunny Hops, then sort of Kangaroo Hops, and then I managed a Kangaroo Hop with a five second hover right in the middle.
Forgive me for blowing my own trumpet here, but I've got to say I did brilliantly.
Better certainly than another bloke who was up there with his radio controlled glider. It was massive, with a wingspan of about 15 feet. He released it, it instantly caught an eddy, and he took it up and up and up and up. Every so often he'd look over at me doing my Bunny Hops and make a little comment to his mate. But I had the last laugh because when the glider was literally a dot in the sky above he lost control of it.
"It's out of range, it's out of range," yelled
It didn't really matter, because the glider - now making its own decisions - decided to do a long, gradual descent towards a distant stretch of the A27. Glider-man and his mate were running that way already, but it was an impossible task to get there in time. Too far. Bad terrain.
I watched it slump into a hedge by the side of the road. A white transit then pulled up, three blokes emerged, fished it out, popped it in the back of the van, and drove off.