Well this is not too bicycle related but it is, in a way. After riding a 200km brevet on Saturday, I then went for my first skydive on Monday morning. The day was perfect and the skies were clear. I wasn't nervous or anxious, I just felt this was an experience I wanted to have. Upon jumping out of the plane, in the state of freefall, I wondered why I wasn't scared and I realized the feeling was very similar to descending a mountain on a bicycle. I was more nervous on a bike at 50+ miles per hour, than jumping out of a plane at 12,000 feet(more than 2 miles up).
Brooke landing
my friend Brooke, me, and her mother.
1 comment:
fancy sweaters, even in free fall.
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