Well after reading some of the above, I thought it was time I put finger to key. Not, because mine is more exciting but each one has something slightly different in it and Norman, if you can analyse each one – then I’ll book a session with you….
I joined the Army when I was 16 and been to some good and bad places in my time – mostly all organized and regimental. I had just turned 35 and sitting in a boring office feeling old, unwanted in life (yep, marriage rocking) and just wanted to do something exciting in my life. I have always been interested in aviation – flying model helicopters for years. Enjoying domestic flights and even volunteering for helicopter flights in Northern Ireland. Being in the ‘Airmobile’ role’ it seemed I was attached to helicopters for a good number of years. The Battalion was planning a large exercise in Canada and the guys were booking some Adventure Training – 10 days Sky Diving was on the list – so I had to go for it and put my name down.
Cutting it short – it was great – scary, but exciting and very thrilling. I know it sounds bad, but getting paid to do this – what a life. A short time after, I was posted to Cyprus for three years. During that tour, I put my name down for a two-week Hang Gliding course. Passed the EP course and done some lovely ridge soaring (hiring a HG for £1 a day from the RAF – love them). During the last few months, I found out that the RAF had a gliding club, so I paid for a few lessons there, but due to the time, I was unable to gain any qualifications.
Now back in the UK, still had the HG bug and arranged some flying in Wales. Wet, cold and small grassy hills made it hard work – well I was in Cyprus before. It was getting to a stage where it was not enjoyable. On the way home one day from an exhausting day on a grassy hill I was passed by a Microlight and thought – ‘Yes, I want to do that’. No, unpacking, packing and waiting for good days. Within 6 months I was having lessons getting that ‘Fun back in my life’, divorced and happy. Then, met my dear old wife 2 B and brought a house, dogs and all the other things involved in setting up a house together so money was getting tight. Spending £70 a month just keeping my ML in a hanger was dead money – it was getting hard to justify it now.
My memory lapses me when I first thought of Paramotoring, but when I did I spent the next 8 months on the web researching Paramotoring and reading forums and personal diaries – which I thought was very helpful. After a taster day at ParAvion and getting some negative fibres from the club – quote ‘Yes, smelly machines’. I contacted Simon and it all went from there. Obviously I can’t really explain my feelings yet, but in a ML when I was around 500 feet and below I was scared, but euphoric with the feeling. Then when I am over 1500, the feeling goes and I am more relaxed with the situation – the big wide smile starts and the memories stay for ever..