If you could fly - especially if you could fly fast - wouldn't you take advantage of that ability? Say, by flying someplace to have one of your favorite foods every few days, or stunting around the rock features (natural bridges and such) of the US West and other regions, as well as perching on the tops of buildings and bridge towers? What else?
What problems could come from that? Such as getting in trouble with airlines and military facilities?
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Problems in the air?
There are how many people with guns (legal or not) in the US who just love to shoot things that fly around.
Better wear some kevlar.
Samantha
To quote Mel Brooks, in History of the World, Part I
"Pull!"
If you want to see it, in all its Brooksian splendor, here's the clip: Pull
— Emma
On second question - well,
On second question - well, borders, military facilities, weather (hail/lightning/bad rains and winds). If you fly fast, also potentially collisions with power lines and the like (Known hazard for low flying ultralights. You can't see the wires in time to react).
Airlines, in general - no. Unless you dress for something like -50°C and wear oxygen mask - you wouldn't go that high.
Bugs and birdstrikes
Could be really annoying.
Teri Ann
"Reach for the sun."
MS Taragon
Under "Gwen Brown" I wrote a story about a child who eventually morphed into a Dragon, her true form. In the last part of the story a man with a rifle in the vicinity of "Hat Point" in Oregon, shot her and she almost died, falling to earth near a Nez Pierce settlement where they nursed her. Eventually her people from another planet arrived to take her home...
Gwen Brown
Not fast
I can't say that I've flown fast (unless freefall counts as flying), but one of the happiest days of my life was spent ridge soaring on the edge of a steep slope in Derbyshire. There was a steady wind and the updraught meant you could stick there, even in the clunkiest old hang glider, occasionally shifting your bottom fractionally to left or right to traverse the ridge line, but with no real effort at all: just surveying your domain, like a bird of prey, in silence broken only by the sounds from nearby sheep.
I was about to go for a pilot's qualification, but the country suffered an outbreak of foot and mouth disease and we lost access to all our flying sites for a year. Somehow, events conspired against me and I only came back to flying once (tried a paraglider; much less fun) after that. I'm hoping to fly some more when I retire.
Sugar and Spiiice – TG Fiction by Bryony Marsh