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A Sicile Record 1050, the first plane I really loved in Pontarlier airclub. I flew 200 hours on her. | |||
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Lovely craft to fly. Like a fighter plane, my
instructor Grandvalet, a Mirage fighter pilot, said. The club later used this pix as the logo for their hangar, letter-head, sweatshirts, caps, etc. I took the plane over the Channel to Biggin Hill, the Spitfire WW2 base of great fame, flying solo. Then at the club they'd call me Blériot. That vexed me. I hate moustaches. |
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On December 31st, 1998, at 23:45 I took PapaZulu
(a 180hp DR400) off from Pontarlier on a thin layer of icy snow and flew
over the villages around. At 24:00 all communities were pumping fireworks
into the sky, and I had to get the hell out, it was getting very hot. At the
same time the radio kicked in, and a lady from the airclub --they were
having a party and all-- wished me a good year. I landed in a beautiful crisp night at 00:15, January 1st, 1999, feeling like I was the king of the world. |
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