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Same ... except that you dramatically understated it for me. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Hey, this thread is about your engagement to Chrissy, not the "ornaments" with which you choose to decorate your chin! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

But not old enough to be a grandma for rugrats de Becky yet? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Nothing if my stereo is off, whatever happens to be playing if it's on. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

You posted a link to it! That ought to take care of a few posters (and moderators) in here for a little while!

That wasn't even a little bit sneaky, I totally saw you coming. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

We already have that, it's called "the Pub". Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I'll probably regret this post, just like the last one. I was just going to stay out of this thread, as being yelled at by someone with 4 jumps isn't really on my list of desirable activities. Anyhow, I explained myself a little bit in the instructor's forum thread. I've only done the burble thing a couple of times, and it was a very quick "underpass", not hanging out below the student or letting them fall on me. Think RW vertical move underneath. Just enough to get them to feel it and rock & roll a little. Most of the time (read virtually every graduation jump), I give a little hand on the hip during exit (note to the other respondents, we're talking a LITTLE push, as in they don't feel it, just the effect). Anyhow, the purpose is the same. On backloops, barrel rolls, and front flips, the student gets a bit of performance anxiety, and the thought process in the dive flow is "OK, I'm going to try this....NOW, and NOW, and NOW", i.e. they know exactly when they're going to get unstable (or not, if they nail it). What I'm talking isn't so anticipated, the thought process is more "Now I'm going to do...HEY! I'm unstable!....ARCH! OK, things are good. That was wierd! Oh well, Dave's smiling, high five...continue with skydive." After this jump, I expect them to be able to take care of themselves self-jumpmastering and with coaches. At any point in either of those jumps, instability may arise when they don't expect it, either because they thought the sitflying on that video they saw looked cool (and they didn't clear it with anyone), or because their coach unintentionally gave them a little push/pull/burble during the jump. I'm just giving them a taste of it while they're still under my care. You have a lot more experience than me, as do a whole bunch of others here. I have an open mind and can be convinced that this is a poor practice, but for right now think it has value. What about it don't you like? The risk exposure for the burble move is minute (less than a second) as far as time in which an inadvertent deployment would be really bad, and is likely to be worse within their next 20-30 jumps (longer exposure, less aware person beneath them, potential collision, etc). In any case, I'm more apt to drop that one completely if people convince me that's too much additional risk. It's not like I'm doing it regularly or anything anyhow. The risk exposure of a little tumble during exit due to a well-timed hand to the hip is even less. You don't think there's value in it that exceeds whatever little risk might be involved? To be honest, I don't really see any additional risk, just an opportunity to learn. For what it's worth, I've yet to have to dock on a student after this. I suppose if things had gone truly south once, I'd rethink it. Up till now though, it's only been students I've felt were quite capable of handling it (if I didn't think they were, I wouldn't have them doing a graduation jump). Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I don't. I just come here for the punishment. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

alt.sex.skydiving.bondage, moderated by the lovely and enticingly strict Mistress Rhonda Lea. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Nice! My mother no longer let me visit my father after I got sick at his house one weekend when I was six years old. I talked to him on the phone a few times when she had me call him and ask him for money, but even that stopped when I left my mother's house at age 14. I was at a high school football game my senior year, sitting with a friend in the visitor's bleachers jeering their fans and kept noticing the announcer saying a name that sounded familiar. My friend hadn't made it out the couple times I asked him, so I finally went down and got a program. It turned out the starting center for the opposing team had the same name as my half-brother, so I went and stood at the fenceline as they ran off the field and yelled at him. "Jim!" "What?" "What's your dad's name?" "Ed" "What's your mom's name?" "Pat" "Dude, you're my brother!" He stopped cold. I asked if he remembered the kid who used to come over every other weekend, who'd once stuck his dirtbike in a tar pit, and he did. We talked a bunch after the game, I got his (my father's) phone number, and I left a few voicemails. Those weren't returned until my birthday a couple months later, Christmas Eve, when we had a bunch of family (mother's side) over at the house. My "adoptive" mom answered the phone and said, "Dave, phone for you", I answered it and immediately knew my father's voice. Him and I and my step-mom got together for lunch the following week and one of the things I mentioned was that my mother hadn't allowed me to see him because of the whole child support thing (he supposedly hadn't been paying). His jaw dropped, he pulled out his checkbook and showed me the entry for the last time he'd paid her, a few weeks prior. She apparently failed to mention to him that I no longer lived with her. I never saw him again. I called him a few years later when my grandfather died, to see if I could get my daughter a "new" grandpa. I tracked down a phone number and called it. A woman answered and I asked her if Ed was there. She said "No." I asked, "Well is this Pat?" She said "No...uh, Ed and Pat have been divorced for a few years, I'm his wife 'so-and-so', who are you?" I said, "Well, I'm Dave, and if you're his wife, then you're my step-mom". She was a bit shocked, hadn't known I existed. My father called me back that evening and I told him he had a 4 year old granddaughter. In a half-hour phone conversation, he didn't ask her name. I never talked to him again. Getting ready for surgery 4 years ago or so, I tracked him down once more to try and get health history. It turned out he had died the year before. I do know where my half-brother lives, and one of these years I might get in touch with him just to shoot the breeze. Or maybe not. Rekindling old relationships is hard. I'm glad to hear your's went as well as it did, I knew the feeling once, if only briefly. Best of luck in getting to know him, it could be the start of something really good.

Shit. And what colors are we wearing? FYI - Since I have to pay for it, you can bet your ass I'm jumping into the wedding wearing it, with nothing on underneath. And my final approach will include my knees drawn up towards my chest just for the benefit of those watching. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Why? That's kind of the idea behind Rebecca's and my suggestion!!! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Yeah, but you spelled it out a bit more clearly. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Hint - The best things in life really are free. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Wow, just wow. It's obviously been too long since I've browsed ASSB. Be back in a few hours. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Diablos are fun all-purpose canopies with a little kick of zest. I've used mine for my 10 PRO jumps, CRW, flag jumps, birdman jumps, decent-sized formation loads, even pond-swooping (a little ways) at a demo. They open soft, turn quickly, can get reasonably flat on rear risers, and flare fine. I'm pretty bored with mine as an every day canopy, but am keeping it for its versatility anyway. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Not Kennedy, but it was a Lawyer, so that's almost as good. Sorry Lawrocket. Hey, at least this time it wasn't *innocent* collateral damage! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

[blink][blink] That didn't hurt. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Read it and weep Remtard!!! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I'll bid as soon as I'm in the mood to trade thousands of dollars for hundreds of dollars... Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

...will you run your fingers through my hair? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Or they could just try to fix the emotional, physical, or relational cause of the problem, if both parties so desire. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I can understand that being really relaxing, but I'm feeling a little nauseous at the concept that it makes ya randy! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Please Remi, just hold me for a little while. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)