I whipped up an airplane layout for Pete’s Blog in honor of this journal entry he wrote on January 14, 2000. It’s quite funny.
But when we got to 10,000 feet, I piss bolted out of the plane, did three backflips and tasted cloud during the free fall, got my balls ripped off, sewed back on and then ripped off again when the instructor pulled the chute, and froze my balls off during the longer second half of the fall. 6,000 feet free fall takes 30 seconds, and yet the rest of the 4,000 with a chute takes over 5 minutes.
I don’t think I will ever live that memory down. NEVER.
The clouds, BTW, taste very much like flat lemonade.
He’ll probably live with that memory forever.
