While strolling through the park the other day, a surprise for me. Perfect timing you see. There was an air show going on above my head!
With ears suddenly on high alert and my face cocked slightly to the side, I gazed upward toward the sound of buzzing engines. Suddenly a large metal bird of silver-blue, dive bombed me before zooming straight up to swirl and twirl like an acrobat in a circus act!
Walking further, I came across a short runway of gray chipped seal among the field of green designated for the strict use of model planes. Take offs and landings to be sure, plus a few skid marks of rubber tires curving to one side. Sadly, I suspected an occasional crash or two. No control tower in sight.
That day, and every day I presume was left up to several jovial men who held large remote control boxes in hands of two. Brass buttons pushing down with worn thumbs and fingers. Go-Go-Go. Up-Up-Up! Model airplanes to be sure, but what a spectacular presentation for me to view. Full of pageantry high in an overcast sky.
This is an expensive hobby, not to be taken on by the faint of heart or small of wallet. An education and true commitment is required followed by hours of training and practice. Many of the planes cost thousands of dollars and are enormous in size, often requiring trucks with attached trailers in order to transport them to the next ‘funway’ of freedom.
The Wright Brothers would be proud!