Air show

At the air show I was up on the tower, with a pair of binoculars in hand, headphones on, just listening to the radio chatter of amateur flight engineers on the deck. I am the hawk for the day - here to make sure everything goes right.

All of a sudden, I spot at the edge of my airfield a speeding object. It was fast, streaming through the early morning fog. Wait a sec, nobody has been cleared to take off at this time. What is it?

I peered through my binoculars and focused my eyes on a kid on a wheelchair, speeding through the air. He had aviator goggles on, probably his grandpa's relics from the war. He was wearing t-shirt and jeans, but his hands were solidly on his wheels. He leaned forward, directing the path of his wheelchair as it flew low over my airstrip, gaining velocity, cutting through the air.

I've seen stranger things than a flying wheelchair, but this kid has some guts, pulling a move like that on my watch.

I got on the radio to scramble a couple of jets to escort him back to ground, but he's already gone past the tower, leaving a trail of cheers and high-fives from the crowd gathered to watch the show.

He stole the show - yes that he did.