The day God asks me to close my eyes I will reopen them one last time to ask myself what’s left to do?
My first car? A blue Fiat 500 bought after signing promissory notes two centimeters thick! My first sport car? A Lamborghini Ghibli!
Crazy …! I will not make a list of all my passions on land and sea, I just want to ask how many of you know about my passion for the sky?
I have been a stunt helicopter pilot since 1980…!
Now, if I had to sign so many promissory note to buy a Fiat 500 think how many I had to sign to buy my first helicopter … I’ll leave that to your imagination!
I did something really crazy, a sudden passion. I fell in love with helicopters during an airshow in Florence. My first flight… I was scared out of my wits!
The intense emotions I felt during this flight that caused me to make flying one of the passions of my life! So I bought a turbine helicopter from Aérospatiale, Ecureuil, which in English means squirrel!
It was very difficult since in Italy there were no helicopter flight schools. You could only get certified through military aviation! I was too old and had no intention of joining the military!
I found the right flight school in Paris, France. Not only did I have to keep on going backwards and forwards to Paris but I had to find someone in Italy who could teach me the really difficult theory of helicopter flight!
The adventure continues… I convinced Patrick, the instructor at the flight school in Paris, to move to Florence once they had delivered my helicopter. He was both my pilot and my instructor. We spent our evenings studying the big book of the theory of flight to get ready for the exam!
Only then did I realize that the helicopter is the most difficult aircraft to fly. Piloting an airplane is a child’s play by comparison…!
I realized how difficult it was only after the first few lessons. I was completely demoralized “I’ll never succeed…!”
Learning the theory of flight was very difficult for me. I tried really hard to prove to myself that I was capable enough to do it! It took me two years…
I remember my first solo flight… What a thrill!
I also remember my first flight with passengers, the responsibility for the lives of others. Of course, my first passengers were my wife and children.
That’s cool! We were able to commute from our house in Florence to my country house in just six minutes. During each trip I liked to fly low, sometimes so low… hovering over some lakes…
I liked rising up into the sky, flying high, especially at sunset, admiring the sky’s changing colors…
I felt like a bird… I was master of the sky, master of my life!
Un bacio, grande…
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