Writing on aviation.

The moment I arrive at the airfield, something shifts. The rush drops away. What remains is the preflight — thorough, clockwise, unhurried. Not as formality, but as foundation. On the ground you still have a choice not to go. In the air, you work with what you prepared.

The SportCruiser came my way when a flight school standardised its fleet. The alternatives didn't fit — literally. Together with a few flying friends I bought it. Not a single regret. Flying is the privilege of being above everything that was pulling at you an hour ago, provided you took the time for everything that came before.