Sky, plane, girl
It turns out that not everything is born in the world, to lie (eat, drink, chasing other people's skirts). Imagine some of them fly like birds! And what is interesting - born to fly, as a rule, do not drink, do not smoke and depravity does not indulge. The first two defects do not tolerate the sky (health here needs to be protected), well, and at the last flying men just do not have time.
Do you think I'm talking about Karlson or the astronauts rotating in the orbit? And here is not. Men who will be discussed are quite real (and, by the way, do not steal buns) and are not in open space, but very close. For example, I discovered a whole oasis with these amazing creatures in the suburbs.
A tribute to the small near Moscow is a tribute to fashion and season: there is beautiful flight weather. And if recently the flights were considered the case of exclusively real men, today today advanced ladies worldwide fly in their own small airplanes (mini-jents), on private helicopters, motodeltaplans and balloons. And even fall into the arms of admiring beloved straight from the subway, with a parachute. Yes, and (what is there to hide!) The airfield is much more attractive for the work of a personal life place than, for example, a nightclub or street. Because frames in the flight case are involved proven: beautiful, hefty and often unmarried. Being with the sky on "you" today is cool and prestigious. Calculate.
Sausage, milk and flying stool
And around there was a real grace! The green field was covered with daisies, the colorful aircraft launched, of which the statute aviators went out in okay jumpers, waved my hand and smiled friendly. And each of them was ready to sit with me in the Pavilioners specially broken on the lawn with a hiking kitchen, treat kebabs and coffee and to say about the main enthusiasm of your life - aeronautics. Among the brave beauties were as people serviced (MOE pilots, providing safety in airspace) and "kettles" - owners of private aircraft. And all of them warmly invited me to their various carpets-aircraft. And, of course, I am glad to try: first, for the article, and secondly ... well, if it's very honestly, I didn't have so many fans at the same time. And everything is like a selection!
So I learned a lot of interesting things than I am pleased to share. If you do not decide to take off yourself, so at least to insert the place in the conversation. The immediately intrigue to any cavalier, and even more so, every "flying dutch". So, if someone boil over you with the help of the wings, like the Pterodactile is a deltaplaneerist. To make a flight with the help of deltaplan, it is necessary to disperse and jump from somewhere - for example, from a tower or cliff. At the same time, flying to Deltaplan as it were suspended - what the associations with the legendary Ikar leads to their homemade wings. But, unlike the hero of myths, the deltaplaneers do not fall at all, but they plan very beautifully. I justify the name of your apparatus: Delta - two (that is, wings), plan - from the word planning.
But there is still a motodeltaplan (or deltalelet) - this is for the lazy. Who does not want to run, jump and then land on your own legs. In this case, the wings are suspended not the deltaplanerist, but some stool (pros is called this design of the "wing and trolley"). This device resembles a mini-aircraft rather than deltaplane: it takes off independently with a motor. The "flying stool" works on gasoline and requires a pilot of certain skills: meteo conditions should be taken into account - the wind direction, the likelihood of rain, fog and other natural cataclysms. In the "sausage" (so the pilots are called bad weather) the departure can be fatally dangerous, but in a good little-free day (on the jargon of pilots - "Milk") a terror walk on the Motodeltaplane - a solid buzz! Well deltalet and the fact that it is possible to take a passenger - the trolley is designed for two faces. For example, a beautiful woman. And then put the device somewhere on a secluded lawn - the benefit does not require a special landing strip - and ... In general, who flew, they say - romantic as much as horror!
Master and Margarita
I just drank I don't remember what kind of cup of coffee - this time in the society of the pilot of the balloon. And I was surprised that the huge, like a house, the ball in the dropped form is placed in a tiny braided basket. And here he appeared ... and became for the next two hours of my fate.
He was low, a few and dying. However, from his harsh appearance, they rushed in all directions of the fluids of genuine masculinity, catches which each of us. And flying, and no. In general, our views met - and he suggested that I was so ... Jump with a parachute!
"Well, it is necessary to start acquaintance from something," I judged by the girl's flirtary. - What else can suggest liked the lady master parachuting? " But I never thought that I would agree on such an adventure: to voluntarily collapse down the plane - it should be a bad life in a person! But the brutal charm of the master and the magic word "jump-tandem" (ah, together, almost in an embrace!) Made their "dirty" case. I presented as I, as if the Bulgakovskaya Margarita, wrote over the bustle in the arms of my master ... and agreed.
Gluck Aviator
That's how it happens. Tandem (from Lat. - Two) begins on earth. As soon as you decide to do it together, you become a pair. Together trying on the equipment, rehearse the output from the aircraft, air behavior and landing. While all this happens, it periodically becomes terrible that I want to immediately come up with thirty-three reasons and run away from the airfield, without looking back. But those and good tandem: first, you already experience something like a sense of debt to a partner, and secondly, it's still not just a partner, but a professional and an expert on your business. That is, the guarantor of your life and health.
Especially soothes when this guarantor tightly tie to you from the back, and he punishantly promises that he jester for the ring on time, parachute will reveal safely, and at the time of the landing it will put forward his own, and not your legs. This is, by the way, one of the main advantages of the jump in the tandem: a single parachutist for the lack of options is forced to land on its own limbs, and the blow to the ground is quite strong. If you are not grouped in time and fall unsuccessfully, it may be injured. But in the case of tandem, this question is completely removed: during the landing, you only press your legs, everything else makes the instructor.
When the plane with your body, which is ready to be dropped down, swears into the air, the horror reaches its apogee. And goes into a stupor, when at different height from the plane one after another, your fellow travelers begin to go out ... My master with my master was released - at a height of two and a half thousand meters. By this time I sat on his knees and was in complete prostration. On the knees - because in this posture, as Siamese twins, a special bunch was covered, and in Prostration - because everything that happened already seemed to me unreal.
And at that moment when the master said "It's time!" And gently pushed me to the opened door of the aircraft, I suddenly realized that because it was tied to him in front, then I will make the first step from the plane! And he follows, hiding behind my wide back ... "I'll close my eyes," I thought in despair. - And I will open, only when the parachute opens. " But, standing on the very edge of the abyss, I suddenly realized that I would not close anything. The fact is that there, in the opening of the aircraft door, there were not people-bugs, not toy cars and not a terrible asphalt (as it seems, for example, from a high floor), and beautiful fluffy clouds, similar to the paradise bush. And it seemed to me that I would not fall, but heaven in heaven like a bird. Flying, and then I put on the cloud and a rest ... Probably, this is the narcotic effect of the height, on which all aviators are "sitting".
Communication random - the consequences are excellent
I stepped out of the plane - in the state of the complete euphoria. And flew down a stone down. The land rushed into the face, sometimes replacing the sky. We fell, frantically pitiable. After performing another Kulbit, I managed to notice our plane removing with the overturned eyes. For a second thought: "Or maybe this is the end?" But it was a pleasant end. I understood that some authors mean, describing the feelings of suicides, rushing from a big height: "In front of him, his whole life swept ..." I also saw pictures from my childhood, I managed to remember my loved ones and dashed. And even concerned - who will write this text in this case for me? Later, I was told that the free drop lasts from the strength of 5-10 seconds, but not one thing it seemed to me in the whole eternity. This is the illusion of many, some spatial-temporal phantom.
And then followed a sharp push, it revealed the parachute - and our fall immediately became slow and languid. My master and I even talked about the weather. For there was a thunderstorm front, and it was necessary to land urgently. Otherwise, we risked to be worn unknown where or scheduled to land - for example, on a tree. Or not to land at all - and fly forever, driven by the winds, like the Little Ellie trailer from the "Wizard of the Emerald City".
And the master began complex manipulations with a parachute accelerating landing (a tandem jump is performed on a "sports wing" parachute, which, unlike the "dome" type parachute, can be controlled). We virtuosively left the thunderstorms, and I sincerely admired the art of high pilotage. Although I was a little sorry that my companion was so busy. After all, if not "sausage", we could agree much about, leisurely dropping from heaven. Height is very close.
The landing was soft. The master confidently stood on his feet and carefully picked me. Everything, the flight is over: the crew says goodbye to you, time to tear "tandem communication." But honestly, I didn't really want to get away from my master. And in general, girls, must admit: it is extremely pleasant feeling when a man is tied to you firmly. And rear. It seems to be not going anywhere, and before your eyes it does not make it melted.
Hey you are there at the top ...
Yes, I almost forgot about the ball. The balloon is controlled by a gas burner located under it, and moves with wind speed. Therefore, "ball" flights occur most often at dawn or in the evening, when the wind streams are not so strong. The ball flies smoothly and measuredly, in his basket is placed up to five people, so many companies like to arrange a party on the balls. With me, one couple celebrated marriage there, which is not surprising when the groom is the pilot and the fan of the sky. It was all - veil, champagne, music, only instead of guests - a special air operator with video. After holding the solemn part, the operator delicately left the young alone - with the help of a parachute. What we can only guess without him ... In any case, the groom's colleagues were glanced up with significant grinners. The newlyweds landed very satisfied. And they said that any kayf on the fly is a buzz doubly. So - fly, citizens, fly!