Autumn day with his dishes, here is sad and fascinating, with its gray sky is here, so now I go back to hill, where for years I did pitch, returning from time to time. It is still cold and parking I remember one day when the first snow together with a new known pilot friend recently, we faced the cold to learn to soar in the air.
Well actually he is a pilot of airplanes, the engine probably has it in as much as the flight.
So thinking of those days I start walking down the hill approaching and I see a car parked on the roof is a figure which I guess is a yellow red wing bent, the more I got closer and the more I realize that it is.
past the car and an engine guard to the ground with a stranger who is fumbling appear to me, I'm glad, because the wind is not at least know someone there and maybe give him a hand, I see it fly.
"Hello, gray day eh" He looks up
e ci guardiamo io più incredulo di lui, visto che pochi minuti fa pensavo proprio a lui. Francesco ciaooo.
Weila mi fa lui e dopo i racconti degli ultimi tempi, gli do una mano, porto su la vela, accidenti è proprio "L'infinity " della U-turn, lo aiuto a stendere e lui riscalda il motore. Programma un voletto di circa 40 minuti, paraorecchie tuta e guanti, anche se mi ha detto che con i decolli non se la cava ancora molto bene, decolla, invece, molto bene.
Buon volo caro amico, che ora passi sopra di me per un saluto, alla prossima volta..... chissà quando sarà.
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