Whatís Free Flight? A thrill, a challenge, a puzzlement.

Itís other guys like you, the world around, striving for the same graceful beauty of flight. Itís comradeship across all human barriers. Itís bull sessions thru the wee hours.

Itís fierce competition with the highest of sportsmanship.

Itís a battle against nature. Her perversity.. her law of gravity.

Free as a bird describes Godís most unchained creation. Manís is a model airplane soaring birdlike in a thermal. You created it. Vicariously you soar with it, with its freedom.

Free Flight is the mist of the dawningís calm as you test. Itís the noon day sun thru the translucent covering as it climbs to the heavens. Itís the cool drink after a dusty chase.

Itís the piercing scream of a peaking engine... The silence of the glide.

Itís sunburn and poison ivy and weariness to the marrow...made worthwhile.

Itís the skill in your fingers. Itís knowledge learned for the knowledge alone.

Itís perfection sought...never attainable. A goal everlasting.
Free Flight is all of these. Yet much more! I tell you this, and you may believe.
But you cannot know...unless you know.

Bob Hatschek 1962

via Free Flight Mailing List: May 1998: aalmps 5/98