To this day he has kept his promise. A grown man who would love to ride a motorcycle but loves his mother more. He's a rare breed.
But he never promised not to paraglide.
Apparently paragliding is so much safer than a motorcycle. Look how many little tiny strings hold you up. What is there to fear?
Alex came along to watch. "Dad's like a bird?"
"Yes, Daddy's like a bird."
One flight and he wants to get his own chute. He says it's quiet and it's just man using physics to fly. No engines or technical equipment. Organic, as the modern cliche goes.
This coming from the boy who flew hundreds if not thousands of paper airplanes off the top bunk in his room, refining the wings until he perfected the art while daydreaming of actually flying.
(FYI- Michael as a boy "accidentally" lit one of his trashcans full of paper airplanes on fire. He personally ran it out of the house while it was aflame -through the family room of siblings watching TV. But that story is for another day.)
OK, Michael. This was supposed to get it out of your system. Not INTO your system. Anyone know how to write up an addendum to the motorcycle contract?
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It did feel like what I imagine what a bird would feel like. For part of the time, we followed a bird by gliding just behind it, incredible!
Michael and Larry need to talk. Larry still owns his pre mission hang glider which I don't think ever took flight again after he returned. But Larry's true dream is to fly...he literally has flying dreams all the time. Did you know that hang gliding or paragliding is one of the disqualifying questions for life insurance...true statement. I know--kill joy.
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