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It’s been a while and then a while, but I did return to skydiving. Go me. The toughest part was getting people to believe I am a fairly accomplished skydiver, never mind nobody knows me and I don’t have any evidence whatsoever to prove my alleged 400 jumps or so. Also I flunked my emergency procedure test, but before you collectively scoff, ask yourselves this: What do you do when you have a PC-in-tow? Come on, break it down for me. And this DZ requires cutaway with two hands - but I say fuck me before you ask me to veer from my tried and true cutaway procedures!
Freefall and RW skills are curiously intact and even better than I remember them to be - I managed a good sit, I held a passable headfly (um, we’re talking a five-year hiatus here), my track skillz are mad [but then again I had good track practice] and for once I held level and docked with a light tandem guy. I'd never done official RW but the three or so miserable coaching jumps back in 2006; this time it felt almost intuitive.
(For what it’s worth I attribute my apparent progress - um, lack of regress - to general physical fitness.)
Canopy control is quite a different-spotted cheetah here. The only canopy I could land tip-toe 3 times out of 3 was a 7-cell, F-111 235 [again, good practice]. Spectre 190? Hell, bumble, and tumble. I am actually afraid to jump that...thing again. Or anything ZP. Gimme back my big docile 7-cells! My knees still complain. I can’t believe I used to land 135’s more or less safely.
Lounging in the sun, me.
Freefall and RW skills are curiously intact and even better than I remember them to be - I managed a good sit, I held a passable headfly (um, we’re talking a five-year hiatus here), my track skillz are mad [but then again I had good track practice] and for once I held level and docked with a light tandem guy. I'd never done official RW but the three or so miserable coaching jumps back in 2006; this time it felt almost intuitive.
(For what it’s worth I attribute my apparent progress - um, lack of regress - to general physical fitness.)
Canopy control is quite a different-spotted cheetah here. The only canopy I could land tip-toe 3 times out of 3 was a 7-cell, F-111 235 [again, good practice]. Spectre 190? Hell, bumble, and tumble. I am actually afraid to jump that...thing again. Or anything ZP. Gimme back my big docile 7-cells! My knees still complain. I can’t believe I used to land 135’s more or less safely.
Lounging in the sun, me.
