Monday, October 9, 2017

Sometimes It Feels Like This

Terminal velocity (i.e. fastest you can go) for a skydiver in a head-down dive is 200 mph.  We're still not as fast as Peregrine Falcons doing the same thing, tho.


You're about ten thousand feet above the Earth and hurtling toward it at 200 mph.  There's feeling the need for speed ... and then we have this.  Jeebers, mates, people will find their thrills as they will ... but not with me for this when it's just a little more thrill than I need.  I do admire their style, tho, since No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 look almost identical to each other for the perfect position and best control.


There are many here among us who think this is now their fate ... but there's still time for them to join us although the hour is getting late.  Note:  at some level of loosely-paraphrased from Hendrix.

We're not in any heads-down crash dives unless we choose to go along with them and, if there's anything of which I'm completely sure about the Regulars, you won't.


We can take it back up to the lads on top and probably the ladies as well since they also enjoy skydiving.  We hope they have a ball at their air show but we will stay on the ground where we have better things to do.

Zen Yogi:  like saving the world and such?

That's one of the things, Yogi.

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