Jumpin’… I wish I was…
I feel like I’m going through withdrawl. 12 jumps in 3 days… and now nothing… I’ve been watching skydiving videos on Google Video all day, and it’s not really helping much. It’s really not about the rush anymore. It’s not about the speed, or the thrill. It’s just about freedom. It’s about FLYING! What I searched for so desperately on the ground, I finally found in the sky. My bike is what gives me freedom on the ground. Freedom to go, where I want, when I want. If I see a spot I want to be, I go there. I pick a spot on the road, and I’m there. And it’s wonderful. But I’m still sitting on a 400 lb chunk of steel.
But up there, it’s different. The only thing with me is my 20 lb rig. Nothing else matters. I see a spot in the sky, and I go to it. I just think about it, and I go there. Any which way I want to go, I go. Any which way I want to face, I face. Any place I want to land, I land. Ok… so the last few of those are still wishful thinking. I go anywhere I want to go with a bit of a wobble, I face any way I want to face… for about 1.5 seconds, until the wind says otherwise, and anyplace I want to land… well… I can usually see it from where I ACTUALLY land. But that’s all going to come with time. For now, I just want to be out there. I want to get up to that door, just lean back, and watch the plane drift away.
