Bickley Design Build Services

It was a spring day in 1956. My mother was startled by hammering on the roof of our small cottage. She knew the workman who had started the repairs on the roof did not work on Saturday so she pushed through the screen door, walked a few feet out, and turned to look up at the roof in horror. There I was on the roof with some scraps left by the builders hammering away. I decided in all the wisdom of a six year old that this was a great opportunity to build an airplane. My mother later said she wasnt sure which I would be, a builder or a pilot. I became both and I have never regretted the decision.