The Plane Collector I Am
Ever since I was a kid, I have always been an enthusiast for planes; my dad would take me in his helicopter for a ride, and it was one of the greatest feelings that a father and son could share. My dad loved planes too but not as much as I. By the time I was eighteen, I was getting my light aircraft pilot’s license, and it was one of the best times of my life.
By this period, my father had long since passed away, and the family’s fortune had passed on to me and for some reason, I got my first jet before I was twenty. It wasn’t something spectacular as I would like because my mother was on my case for buying a private jet while we had two more but these were mostly used by the business executives that were busy running my fortune.
What can I say? I have never been the office type, and I would find those meetings more boring than waking up on a Monday without a hangover. Any air shows that was in the country; I would make sure I attend and this where I would get to see what kind of planes were out there and which ones were worth buying and which were not.
By the time I was thirty years old, I had bought two more planes, and these are slightly bigger than the first though I have always made sure that I maintained the first one to perfect condition. With a Learjet and a Boeing in my collection, I think that I have lived to accomplish most of my life’s dreams. My mother was still on my case for spending so much money on planes that we didn’t need, but I knew that these were my toys, and there is no way that I was letting go of them, and I wasn’t even through with the buying.
By this time, there were five planes that belonged all to me, and I made sure that I would fly each every week to some undisclosed location just for the sheer fun of it. There is something about having these planes with me that makes me feel invincible. While being on the clouds just flying to wherever it is am going, there is no peace I know that can compare to that.
I met some monks a while back in Asia that looked to be at peace more than I, but they know not what peace is till you are at 20000 feet on your own in your plane flying to wherever destination you deem. I met my wife through these planes and this why I wouldn’t want to give them up for anything. She is also a pilot who is also a junkie for flying just as I.
I am now forty years old, and my father’s business empire that he left for me is doing better than ever. It is worth ten times what he left me with and maybe because I left my best friend from childhood running it and he is like a brother to me. I, on the other hand, spend time with my planes. I built a special hangar for them in our family estate that now has nine planes. We take turns with my wife having fun flying them from one city to another as I am also involved in a lot of charity work, and I like to personally oversee that the money donated to breast cancer charity by my foundation gets to the people that it is intended for.
It is a profoundly painful task but flying a Learjet F600 to and from the events is just something that takes away all the fatigue from it and brings me so much joy that I could never complain. Owning so many private jets has caused a lot of negative publicity about me especially with the press but some men collect cars, others Star Wars or The Avengers action figures while others are just cool collecting stamps.
I prefer planes as there is nothing more fulfilling in this life than being in the skies. It is a pretty expensive venture but what’s the use of all this money if I can’t use it for doing or collecting that I love, and those are specifically and only planes. The funny thing is that I own probably two cars that I rarely use.