Going to an airshow is one of those things that I think everyone has to experience. The raw or the engines, the taste of the jet fumes, and the skill of the pilots – it really is breathtaking.
Having held a driving licence for over 6 years, yesterday was the day, the day where I not only stepped foot into one of my all time favourite cars, but I actually managed to drive it!
For several years now, clay pigeon shooting has always been something that I have wanted to do; and thanks to my loving mother giving my brother, father and myself (AKA the men of the household) a 50 shot experience for Chanukah, yesterday was the day where we got to play with some guns. The shooting range wasn’t too far from our home, and so after a short 15 minute drive (it would have only been 10 minutes if it were property signposted) we arrived to the noise of guns being fired. As we arrived in plenty of time, this gave David, the perfect opportunity to talk to a dog with an Irish accent as we waited patiently for our turn. The first thing you notice about holding a shotgun is that it is rather heavy. We were told that these guns weigh just over 4kg (9 Pounds in old money), which in itself isn’t a lot, but when you consider your arm is outstretched, and this weight is pushing down on the tip of your fingers, you start to appreciate how heavy 4kg really is. Very brief safety talk over, and David was the first to take aim and fire, (as you can see by the pictures below) his face was quite a picture when he first pulled the trigger, not knowing what to expect. He managed to hit a few clays before it was dads turn. Naturally dad knew what to do (thanks to target practice in our back garden several years earlier) and so wasn’t quite as nervous as David and I were, and he to managed to hit some clays. Then it was my turn, being the only right handed member of the party, I felt I had something to prove; however from watching both David’s and Dad’s attempts a few moments prior to taking up my stance, it was clear that it was not as easy as the professionals make it look. With the gun loaded in my hand, and not knowing what level of kick back was to be expected I held on to dear life and said the all important words ‘pull’ (a cue for the trap boy to fire the clay). Ill be honest, I didn’t hit the first clay, or indeed the second, but I did manage to fire the gun, which I suppose now qualifies me to be a bank robber. After the time went by the three of us managed to hit a few clays each, which out of fifty each was bound to happen. The main thing was that we enjoyed ourselves and had fun. Yes we didn’t master the skill of shooting, but what do you expect, we were complete beginners, and so hitting any target hundreds of meters away, the size of an ash tray, travelling at over 25mph (whether or not it was down to pure luck) was quite an achievement. As I write this blog post a day later, with my arm only aching a small amount and contemplating would I do it again; yes I probably would. It is an expensive hobby, however many years from now I can see it being one that I will enjoy, provided that I am good at it. If I don’t improve, then I suppose I will have to find another hobby for me to enjoy into retirement!
I wouldn’t class myself as a car fan, the fact that I have only owned one car in my life time is proof to that fact. My only claim to car fame is the three penalty points I received for speeding two years ago. Now this is where I go off on a rant for a bit. The minute people say speeding, their mind is automatically cast to cops with cameras, or police interceptors and they see people traveling 120mph outside a school. Now i am a believer that people who do speed outside schools should feel the full force of the law, however I was not. I was doing 46 in a 40, on a main road, at 11 o’clock at night. The police car was sat in the dark, in a back street waiting. I have a huge amount of respect for the police, however I challenge anyone to try and defend that this isn’t a money making scam. Returning to Top Gear, for those of you who are unaware of what this is, it is a British car program, however its entertainment and comedic value is very high. The worlds most powerful cars on the world are test driven, cars that most of us wouldn’t be able to afford the insurance on, let alone the car itself. I do however know what I want, and when I have made my money (either through a lotto win or) through incredible hard work, I know what cars I want to be in my garage. I am a huge Aston Martin fan, in my opinions Ferrari’s are all to common. Virtually every millionaire or rap artist owns one, that is not say that I don’t want one, I’m just saying that the first two cars I own will be Aston’s; they are beautiful yet classic, and you can see why some cost over £100,000 The show was amazing, it was hosted at the NEC in Birmingham and took the form of two parts. The exhibition, where car manufacturers and gadgeteers showcased products, and the Top Gear Live performance. It involved pyrotechnics, millions of pounds worth of cars and over 280,000 watts of sound equipment. Several stunts were performed which were breathtaking. As some of you know, I attended Gadget Show live in April, where I met the very gadget which I am writing this very post on. That was an amazing experience, however I do feel that out of both shows the live show of Top Gear Live was more action packed. We did have gold seats meaning that we were so close we could taste the tyre smoke. If I had the choice to go to one of them again, it would be Top Gear, without a doubt. Every show would not be complete without selling the obligatory c**p that will change your life. Gadget Show I managed to resist, however I did cave. I didn’t buy some driving gloves, no I didn’t buy an ice scraper, I didn’t even buy a set of tiers, oh no, I bought 20 paint balling tickets. Before you ask they were very well priced and I got a very good deal. So I am hoping to use these over the next year.