One of the coolest things I've ever done in my life is fly in a stunt airplane, and I have footage to remember it for the rest of my life.

Stunt Air Plane Footage Here

Now I've flown in airplanes before, but I haven't flown in something quite like this. One of the most advanced stunt airplane in the world, the MX-2.

"Lot of G's... Lot of G's!" exclaimed world class pilot Greg Poe.

"What he can do with an airplane defies physics... and Greg Poe is nuts, he is absolutely certifiable insane, and when you see him fly you'll understand why I say that," said John Bagley, who is coordinating the event.

I wish someone had told me that before I got into the MX2 with Greg Poe.

"How are you doing?" Asked Poe.

"I'm handling it okay," I replied.

"Look out to the side, at the wing tip," Poe told me.

"Yeah I'm definitely blacking out a little bit," I admitted.

"This weekend is not going to be your grandfather's old barn storming kind of air show. This is new age, high-tech, this airplane is the top areodynamic airplane in the world!" explained Poe.

Poe continued, "Rolls, loops, spins, but its this New Age thing called gyroscopic aerobatics. We've got these wild names like Newton's Foley, cork screw, and pin wheel, because we make the airplane whip around like it's out of control."

But even on the ground, you'll be amazed when you see a one wheelie without the wing hitting the ground.

"Every time I fly these old planes it gives me chills," said Bagley.

Or - you can test your courage like I did, and stand on the runway ready to stop an airplane. (This is probably the coolest looking video in the story)

I put a crisp, unlit cigarette between my lips. The purple sky stretched out endlessly in front of my eyes. And the smell of freshly-mowed, wet grass interferred annoyingly with the romance between the cigarette and nostalgia. 

Let me explain.

I had had a drink too many and was lying on the backyard lawn. The old watch told me it was a little late. Explanation over.

I went back in time purposefully. And tried to remember clearly, how the first day of my first job, had me shitting bricks; as colleagues stared at me. The smell of greasy oil and last night's chip fryer residue would, in time, grab hold of the vividness of this job. My hands would be running energetically through the white flour as orders flowed in and tension ran high. I would frequently start jumping up and down, in my work-boots; in order to pump the adrenaline. 

I ogled at the ripe payment of $700, when I crossed the road to the ATM. I took out $50 of the total and bought a subway sandwich with my first salary.

The initial year of my stay in Melbourne had been a ride of various first's. I even made enough money from the three months spent slaving away at work, for a laptop and an expensive ticket to India. 

Meh...