I would love to fly helicopters.
I had enough of flying
in helicopters when I was younger. Our battalion was just up the road from the army school of aviation, so when the trainee Blackhawk pilots were learning tactical flying, they flew us around. In steep, narrow valleys. Right after lunch.
Hell is watching tussocks of grass and various bits of vegetation fly past your window in a blur while everyone around you is hurling, except for the bloke opposite, who is holding a sick bag out to you with an evil grin on his face
. They hug every contour, so you experience lots of G's both negative and positive, and wonder how they stick so close to the ground at such speeds without smearing the whole show across the landscape...
You're right, it's probably a much better ride up front