The parents knew that the overground transport exam was one of the most difficult and dangerous. So they decided to come and support their son. Ted, who had finished his training early, arrived with them. Officially, the diploma of graduation from a specialised school should have stated that Michael was able to drive all types of above-ground, surface and land transport. However, even for 12 years of study to master all kinds of transport was simply physically impossible, especially given the fact that almost every year there were new and new models. That's why everyone realised that everything written in the diploma was rather formal. In the end, the graduate chose only a certain direction in the implementation of transport and then specialised in it all his life, constantly improving his skills. That's why the exams were passed only on two or three training prototypes, confirming the fact that the student had mastered the basic skills of their management.
George: ‘That's it, son. There's one last step left and you're going to put another bold tick on the list of vehicles. Good luck! You can handle anything!’
Mariana: ‘My boy! We're with you, we're with you! Everything will be alright!’
Ted: ‘Do it the way you know how to do it! Show them! We believe in you!’
Michael waved in the distance to his parents and brother standing in the distance, who shouted words of encouragement to him. They waved their arms diligently, as if he was competing in some important competition on which his future career depended. The instructor came up to him and, patting the boy on the shoulder, said: ‘All right, Michael, let's go. It's time.’
The examiner opened the door of the aircraft and took the seat of the main pilot, fastening his seatbelt and wearing headphones with a microphone. The first thing he did was to start inspecting the instrument panel and check that the helicopter was ready for takeoff. No doubt he was a little nervous knowing he was being watched by both his own and strangers.
Instructor: ‘Ready? Come on, start the engine.’
Michael grasped the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other he started the power supply by pulling up a few switches. The machine roared, the motor started, and the blades began to rotate and gain speed. The airflow artificially created by the rotating blades began to lift the dust and spread it in different directions. Michael waited for the moment when the rotational force reached the optimum mark on the instruments, and smoothly began to pull the steering wheel, lifting the helicopter upwards. The helicopter obeyed him and began to move in the direction set by the pilot. The machine rose slowly and smoothly, without wobbling and wiggling from side to side. Having reached the mark of 150 metres above ground level, the helicopter hovered in the air.