Microlighters

To the pilot of ZU-CNC.

I am utterly dissapointed. I am camping. Sitting in the dust here at Mabalingwe while you are flying over the camp site. My plane was seriously damaged in the storm at Ingwe and am unable to fly. Now, to try and relieve some stress, grounded, you fly over our camp site making it look like like so much fun being in the air.

Please be considerate and at least wave at at us on the ground.

Enjoy your flight

Remind me to never go on holiday where you go. It seems that there are always troublesome flyers there???

I guess since starting to fly, that is all I can think about. It does not matter where you go or what you do, you always check out the area and think about how nice it would be to fly there. Flying is like a disease.
Went on a game drive yesterday and ended up checking each part of every little dirt road for "suitable runways" and kept thinking, " If they remove those trees over there,it would be perfect for a runway or hangar" etc.

So for the pilots with the same disease as me and always fly where I try and relax. Keep up the good work

pietmeyer wrote:I guess since starting to fly, that is all I can think about. Flying is like a disease.
Went on a game drive yesterday and ended up checking each part of every little dirt road for "suitable runways" and kept thinking, " If they remove those trees over there,it would be perfect for a runway or hangar" etc.

So for the pilots with the same disease as me and always fly where I try and relax. Keep up the good work

Piet

Do not feel alone Dude, My Wife constantly asks me "Vlieg Jy Lekker" when we drive somewhere - I have exact same symptoms There is no cure Fortunately

Since I stared flying I just love it when my wife tells me "Vlieg in jou moer in". I am still looking for "moer" but sure enjoy the flying.

roughly translated: MOER = Potato,

chips!!

kraaines wrote:roughly translated: MOER = Potato,

chips!!

Thanks for the info. Luckily we all fly the cabage patch and no potatos seen there. So I still have an excuse to fly as much as I want, untill I find that elusive potato that is