funked:
there ain't no perfectly good plane
Ours has silvertape here and there, and a cracked window
.
But the appeal of skydving (which is also what scares the hell out of me, and I don't like that at all) is that it can provide at least two things:
In a world of grey choices, opinions, superficiality and whatnot, it gives you a very black and white situation: you either die, or you live. Sometimes, I feel a need for that.
Also, it gives you total self reliance (and equipment reliance
). When you're out there alone, nothing ain't gonna help you but yourself if something goes wrong. No mommy, no state. Nor is it important how much you earn, how good looking you are, how much others respect you, what your K/D ratio is and so forth.
Only did 13 jumps this summer, and was scared toejamless on the way up on every one of them. But they say that the fear goes away after about 30 jumps, so I'll just have to keep going
The skydive itself is simply unbelievable. Very thrilling, life enhancing and ego boosting. And a bit harder than what Hasselhoff makes it look like. That dude starts skysurfing on his first jump, pulls the wrong chords (although in Baywatch World it's the right), chut doesn't deploy, so what does he do? he aim for the water, puts feet tight together and impacts. And survives.)
American pop culture at its very best. Gimme the babes instead.
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StSanta
JG54 "Grünherz"
"If you died a stones throw from your wingie; you did no wrong". - Hangtime
