He knew it the second he boarded that flight from Cuba to Miami, a 6-year-old boy with his visa lottery-winning father and not much else. He knew it, in a way, when he rode his first motorcycle at an even earlier age, before his mother died of leukemia. But it was the flight that did it.
#On Oct. 6, 1997, Ignacio Montoya knew what he wanted to do.
#“I said, ‘I’ve got to do this,’” Montoya says now, nearly 17 years later, his dreams destroyed. “‘I gotta fly these things.’”