Showing posts with label Pilot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pilot. Show all posts

Monday, February 28, 2011

Please Buy Me This Airplane

I dream of owning this airplane, the ICON A5:



Not your standard 6 pack ! 


I'm not above begging.

If anyone incredibly wealthy stumbles upon my blog, please consider buying me one. I'll monitor the comments section for serious offers. Thanks a million! Well, thanks $139,000 USD + CPI increase, actually.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Airport Near my House

Taiwan is becoming more open to general aviation. Prior to arriving, I read about the flying situation on the internet and it looked bleak. Now, I regret leaving my license and logbooks at home.
I found out that there's a small airport in Dapeng Bay, basically my backyard.

It's a one runway (18/36) airfield. The FBO has a fleet of three ultralight aircraft. One really piqued my interest: an Aeroprakt A-22. Its design is similar to the first airplane I ever flew, the Remos G3 light sport. I need to get in that airplane. 

Hopefully, I'll be in the skies soon flying around Dapeng Bay. I plan to offer English lessons and my token whiteness* in exchange for flight time. 

*The Taiwanese like white people and I enjoy very high status here. Having a token white person around gives places face. I'll explain the concept of face in more detail later as I'm still learning the dynamics.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Bravo, Display Designer

I am not versed in advertising, but storefronts placarded with Chinese convey zero information to me. Thus, I rely on visualizations quite a bit more than I would stateside. I like this one.

Particularly, I think this display is effective because it elicits an emotional response and also a direct link to the product.

I saw this and was instantly transported from sidewalk to cockpit. The mental shift from pedestrian to pilot in command widened my eyes, perked my brows, and put Kenny Loggins on repeat in my skull while I visualized blue skies. Even if I wasn't a pilot, I know I would look at those instruments for a second and think, "I could do that!"

Then I start to think about how important those instruments are. And what they do? This is where, for me, emotions start transferring to the watches. How could I possibly fly a plane without an altimeter, attitude indicator, or engine gauges? How can I keep time with anything less precise than a Bell & Ross watch? This watch provides a direct link to badassness (think Iceman and Maverick) even when I'm not tearing up the skies.

This display does more for me than most. For example, pictures of food at a restaurant leaving little to the imagination - it's direct, and I get it - fair. Others, not so much: a scantily clad schoolgirl and air conditioners? Yeah, I'm thinking, but not about air conditioners. If anything, that advertisement transfers to the babe I just walked past, re-incarnated as a schoolgirl, and mindfu...yeah, you get it.

The watch display just totally nails it, and I can appreciate that.