Tuesday, 18 September 2012
No Trains, But Planes And Automobiles
Even though this is going out Tuesday it was written on the bus home on Sunday, at the extent of my poor thumbs.
Overall I've had a pretty damn good day. A few tantrums from the kids here and there, and very very sore feet, and a rather unquenchable thirst, but a good time. I don't know how well known it is but I really do love aircraft. My boyhood dream was to be a fighter pilot. I don't remember when I gained and lost it but I remember having it at six and holding on to it for a few years. Eventually I was forced to accept the inevitable.
1) I was afraid of heights
2) I was, and still am, in terrible shape
3) It sadly wasn't for me.
I still retained my love of aircraft, and bought many a glider and play as many aircraft games as I can come across. When I was on holiday there was a game that was close to a simulator and I spent too long on that game.
While I may never join the RAF, I still have some hope of maybe one day getting a license and a small personal craft. That's going to take some time though. Especially because one of the activities of the aircraft museum type place I went to informed me my eyesight is not quite good enough. May it be good enough for a personal craft, if not for military use.
That, eventually, brings us back to the trip. It was more like a proper wartime museum and that's really what it was. They had plenty of ground vehicles too and even two boats and a submarine, and several commercial aircraft including a Concorde. They even had a few German planes including one they found in a rubbish dump. Yep, they found a plane in a rubbish dump. It was mostly just the fuselage and they were able to use that to start rebuilding it. As well as one plane that was shot down, crashed, didn't explode, and then the chap flying it was shot on his way out of the plane. That's got to hurt. To survive being shot down just to be shot on your way out. Also terribly rude of the people who shot him. Then to make it better they fixed the plane, just to break it again. Or, as they put it "restored to look how it did when it crashed." I also read about a guy who accidentally turned the afterburners on while a plane was on the ground. He was forced to take off and land it, which he safely managed to do. According to my dad he also passed out on the way up. How exactly does a person accidentally turn on the afterburners?
Sadly I did not get a go on a flight simulator. They only had one and it was mostly for kids, and the little bastards wouldn't get off of it. I also wasn't able to buy anything. But, if I ever have kids, and that place is still there, SO. TAKING. THEM. They let you pay to be taken up on one of the old Tiger Moths they have (a plane that was used to train pilots) and they would even let you fly one. I almost cried because it was so expensive and I could never have gotten to do it.
I hate war, but I still love aircraft. That's going to have to be a rant that waits though. This has lasted enough. Don't worry, it will come.
The slideshow is all the pictures I took. Buxton is the name of the place I went to, it's a little outside Cambridge.