This was my quicksilver MX. 3,500 dollars and memories and sights I will
never forget. Wow. Just to the left was my long driveway that doubled as my runway. That shed was the hangar. When you own one of these machines, you really live the life of a bird when you're up. This was on my friend's old farm in Nebraska. Guess who's phone rang when the cows got out? You guessed it. One night I was a few miles away at a stock car race and I got an idea to run home and get the plane. I came in low behind some cedar trees, popped up and buzzed the track, adjacent a large stadium of people. My friends said everyone started applauding thinking I was part of the show or something. It was cool because they were waiving at me. All 3,000 of them. Guess that's what it feels like to be a rock star.

One day on my way home from work, there were big, beautiful, scattered clouds, real low. They were calling my name. I wondered what it would be like to get hit in the face by a cloud. What do clouds taste like? I hopped in the plane and headed for the clouds. As I got closer, I got very scared. It got bigger and bigger. As a crept up closer and closer to it, I almost turned away. But I held out, and after I was in the cloud, (I entered the FAR side) I exited almost right away. Man that was scary. I don't know why, but THAT was awesome!



 
 
Here are the proud new owners. I got spoiled having my driveway as my runway, so when I moved to California, I found out I'd have to drive 40 min. to an ultralight park. No way.