Tuesday, September 28, 2004

The Day I Fell From The Sky I was looking at the remnants of one of my older websites.  Literally, there's a folder on my hard drive that says "Old website," and in it are the pictures, html pages, and other assorted goodness that went into what used to be my online home.  Almost a time capsule, though not as hard to find. So there I was this evening looking at some of the webpages when I found the one telling the story of my first skydive.  First and only, to be honest.  It was a good time, though, and for those who weren't around to hear about it when it happened, here's the original pictures and commentary about me, a parachute, and some guy strapped a little too tightly to my backside. This was my first experience skydiving.  The guy I'm wearing on my back is Roger.  I now know the front of his body better than the front of any other man.  I can't say I'm proud of that.     This was done at Skydive San Marcos on March 15, 2002.  Exiting the plane was done at roughly two miles up and I was told we'd reach a speed approaching 140mph on the way down.  So if you want to know what that feels like, drive down the highway at 70mph, stick your head or hand out the window, and then mentally double in your head what that feels like.  Better yet, do it while wearing something that makes you look like a deranged elf.      When the ripcord was pulled, I lost all hope of ever having children of my own.  Those straps between my legs were tight.         Back to Terra Firma.  Overall it was a tremendous experience, although I looked like a dork the whole way down.  If you want to try it, you just need to overcome your fear of wearing extremely tacky looking jumpsuits.  Other than that, it's nothing but putting your life in the hands of a total stranger at 10,000 feet up.  7:41:15 PM     |

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