I'd like to hear from ollopa, the new member. Why did he/she join? What is attractive about flying and POA?
Oh, if only it could have been as upbeat a reason to compel me to make an account as all you guys are in this thread
It was a crash I read about in the NTSB reporter that struck a personal chord. I became irritated by the way the pilot's qualifications were being smeared in the media and needed a place to speak my peace. I happened upon a thread here that was discussing the crash and saw a lot of people expressing the same confusion and making the same points I wanted to say, so I signed up and spent a day and a half getting ready to brain-dump all over the thread
I'm a "he," turning 35 this month. I remember being about 4 years old and standing in my dad's kitchen, staring up at the stick-and-tissue free-flight model airplane on top of the refrigerator. I don't know if that was the genesis of my interest in aviation but it probably was. A few years later I was jumping off the roof of a horse stable while holding an umbrella, hoping for even a glimpse of flight. The umbrella turned inside-out, of course, but it wasn't worse than any of my first landings in a C172.
Unlike the Cessna, I don't think I bounced even once!
I built and flew model airplanes throughout my childhood but, like Indiana Jones: "Fly, yes. Land, no." I spent more time building, repairing, and fetching my planes from trees than I did actually flying them.
Around 10 years old I got a chance to visit Edwards AFB and see an SR-71 in-person, fly a virtual-reality parachute, and wear the upper half of a space suit they claimed had been used on an actual mission. I'm sure a lot of other things happened that day but I just remember airplanes and space suits... From that point on,
not being a pilot was like having some kind of spiritual absence in my life.
My preteen self learned about ultralights and fantasized about building one from nylon fabric and my neighbor's wrecked motorcycle. I figured that building models must have made me an expert in flight: I knew the basic shape of an airfoil, about where the CG should be, and that I could dope a cloth or tissue wing to make it work better. It's a good thing I never built my boyhood fantasy ultralight--I had no idea about material science and mechanics.
The first time I ever rode in an airplane of any sort, either as a passenger or a pilot, was in the left seat of a C172. I was 18 and I had fixed a customer's issue with his flight simulator yoke. The customer turned out to be a flight instructor and he offered to give me a free introductory flight after learning about my interest in aviation. He told me that if I could come up with $4k to cover the fuel and rental costs, he would give me the lessons on a gentleman's agreement that I would pay for them in the future as I was able. What a deal that would have been, but my 18 year old self could hardly scrape together $400 to pay my monthly bills, let alone $4k for flying. I think he was only going to charge about $1600 for his instruction, by the way.
The years flew by... I changed part-time jobs a few times, languished in junior college for far too long, and eventually spent every penny I had on obtaining my electrical engineering degree and traveling to Japan during the summers. Now in my 30's and a couple years into my engineering gig, I began to hear about and meet pilots at my company. It dawned on me that I was finally in a place and time in my life where I could plug that empty hole I'd been carrying for so long. I got my ticket last year and I've been flying my friends and coworkers over the Golden Gate Bridge ever since
I don't know how best to describe what I like about flying. My first introductory flight at 18 years old was a very different experience from my second "introductory" flight at age 34. The first time around was thrilling, empowering, and as much of a metaphorical "reaching new heights" as it was a physical one. My crazy German instructor asked if I would like to experience a spin and I said yes. I remember it was like temporarily being tossed around in a clothes dryer and then suddenly Earth was below us and began spinning round-and-round. I loved it and made him do it again. When we got back to the school, he boasted about my enthusiasm to everyone.
On my second introductory flight, I was struggling to remember anything from my first flight 16 years prior. I was somehow a lot better at taxiing on the ground but I just kept thinking about falling once we were in the air. I'm not fearless like I was as a teenager and I have more meaningful relationships to people than I did then. I knew I needed to get my license but I wasn't sure what it was going to mean to me. It wasn't until I started flying solo that the magic really came back.
I love aviation but being a pilot gives me a sense of accomplishment unlike any of my other achievements. When I leave work a little early on a sunny California summer day and take to the air, it disconnects me from all the Earthly woes of the world below and I can reflect on how awesome it is to experience life in such a unique way. It's one of my oldest dreams and it is the achievement of something I thought would never be possible for myself. I want to fly almost every day and I want to fly every kind of airplane there is