gary350 0 #1 April 28, 2003 No shit, there I was. . . Ten thousand feet over Creswell, getting psycho-delic with Farmer Jim. Jim spotted us - just a two-way out of the 182 with a solo free-flyer after us, not a lot of uppers, so no big deal. Gonna practice back-ins. Not a complicated exit planned – get out, pull off our two-way and start a-turnin’. But Jim brain-locked as I gave my special count - "Ready, Set, Wait a Minute! . . . . . . . . Go!" I mean, c'mon - doesn't anyone else find "Ready, Set, Go" just a wee bit predictable and boring? So there we were, doing some serious tumbling after he left the strut on "Wait A Minute", and I didn't (at least ONE of us was paying attention to the count!) But hey, I'll be damned if I'LL be the one to let go. After we "turned" a few psycho-delic points, we somehow ended up belly-down (actually not too surprising as we're both shaped somewhat like badminton birdies) and turned a few "regular" points. But that seemed just soooo mundane after the "exit", I couldn't fight off the urge to fruit-loop big Jim around five grand. So there we were, 500-plus pounds, tumbling, again. I felt like a shark in a feeding frenzy (RIP Navajo John. . . ) Ya-fucking-hoo. All good things must end, so after a short track, there I was at a reasonable altitude, my eyes watering and the ground really, really blurry. I had somehow, SOMEHOW lost my $90 prescription goggles on the skydive. Golly, how could that have happened? Maybe I should have worn a frap hat or something to hold them on my head better, but hey - it was just a two-way RW dive. . . what could happen? Shit - a $103 skydive. At least the goggles were a couple years old and getting a tad worn out anyway. I managed to have a tippy-toe landing, even with the loss of depth perception (or as I call the ability to judge distance from the ground while skydiving, "death perception"). The soft landing had extra significance for me because this was my very first jump on that jumpsuit after washing it, which of course is just ASKING for a ground-loop in the mud. . . ANYWAY (perhaps it's time I switched to decaf. . . ), Jim leads me like a seeing eye dog from the target back to the hangar, where Kevin is waiting to give me shit - "Hey Crash, where's your goggles?!?" Yeah, very funny Kev - laugh at the guy squinting and feeling his way along, who just lost his $90 goggles. . . He gives me shit again, this time getting right in my face. And now that I can see him, I see that he is wearing my goggles! A couple minutes earlier, out of the corner of his eye, Kevin happens to catch sight of a tiny black thing falling out of the sky and landing about fifty feet away, dead in front of the hangar on the grass. Un-fucking-believable. THAT, my friends, is a good spot!!!!! Thanks Jim, Thanks Kevin!!!!! Beer for you both. . . Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
wingnut 0 #2 April 28, 2003 good story... glad it turned out okay.... want to know what a bad spot entails at my dz???? well if it's to the east it's being arested for trespassing by mrs. farmer mcBITCH nasty ______________________________________ "i have no reader's digest version" Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
