They Should Make People Take A Test Before They...
They should make people take a test before they fly. If you want to be a pilot, you have to spend several hours flying with an instructor and there are tests that you have to pass to prove that you can fly solo. Same with driving, you need a course in driver’s education and some time behind the wheel with an instructor, or at least prove your competency to a test giver at the DMV.
I know bungee jumping and a drinking buddy of mine, Giuseppe knows base jumping. He got these base jumpers from Sacramento loaded to the point to the point that they passed out, then he swiped their parachutes. It took the Sheriff three weeks to lay off of the most prime spot in the county, like he was going to catch whoever he thought took the ‘chutes when he couldn’t catch a cold, buck-naked in Alaska.
Giuseppe demonstrated how check the ‘chute, how to roll it up, and how to do the same with the backup ‘chute. I followed as best as I could, but he talks pretty damn fast when he’s cranked up. He said “safety first,” but we didn’t have real helmets like I’ve seen the real base jumpers use. We had to make do with some old ill-fitting skateboard helmets instead, Giuseppe said it wouldn’t make a difference because when you hit the ground wrong, no brain bucket in the world will save you.
The first time we jumped off the bridge…it was better than everything including sex because let’s face it, there isn’t an orgasm in the world that will last that long. The second time was a different sensation altogether, because that’s when I learned how to fly. My first chute failed and the precious seconds I had to open the second are as good as gone, for the backup is all fucked up.
It’s amazing how the speed of thought compares to terminal veloc-
Why do you bother with Reader’s (In)Digest(ion), when JJ’s is the best, mon?
http://purgatorian.blogspot.com/2006/05/flash-fiction-friday-38.html
I know bungee jumping and a drinking buddy of mine, Giuseppe knows base jumping. He got these base jumpers from Sacramento loaded to the point to the point that they passed out, then he swiped their parachutes. It took the Sheriff three weeks to lay off of the most prime spot in the county, like he was going to catch whoever he thought took the ‘chutes when he couldn’t catch a cold, buck-naked in Alaska.
Giuseppe demonstrated how check the ‘chute, how to roll it up, and how to do the same with the backup ‘chute. I followed as best as I could, but he talks pretty damn fast when he’s cranked up. He said “safety first,” but we didn’t have real helmets like I’ve seen the real base jumpers use. We had to make do with some old ill-fitting skateboard helmets instead, Giuseppe said it wouldn’t make a difference because when you hit the ground wrong, no brain bucket in the world will save you.
The first time we jumped off the bridge…it was better than everything including sex because let’s face it, there isn’t an orgasm in the world that will last that long. The second time was a different sensation altogether, because that’s when I learned how to fly. My first chute failed and the precious seconds I had to open the second are as good as gone, for the backup is all fucked up.
It’s amazing how the speed of thought compares to terminal veloc-
Why do you bother with Reader’s (In)Digest(ion), when JJ’s is the best, mon?
http://purgatorian.blogspot.com/2006/05/flash-fiction-friday-38.html
8 Comments:
"there isn’t an orgasm in the world that will last that long."
Maybe not for guys...
;)
"Maybe not for guys...
;)"
*Sigh* I hate you. Not hate you-hate you, but I hate you ; )
nice work mon... for a second there i thought you were reminiscing!
Thanks and no, I wasn't reminiscing. With the exception of climbing rocks on real easy formations, I won't get ten feet off the ground and I don't fly in anything smaller than the size of a Lear jet.
pleased to be female right now, i'm also pleased to know that, should i hit the ground wrong, my brain bucket's irrelevant, so i can stop worrying about that. i wish the speed of thought could compare with terminal velocuty, though...
walk good.
"pleased to be female right now"
Yeah? Well I can write my name in the sn...
...nevermind.
"i'm also pleased to know that, should i hit the ground wrong, my brain bucket's irrelevant, so i can stop worrying about that."
The right brain bucket is paramount, as are the right equipment and proper training. In this instance? I don't think that it would've made difference, but you never know.
Nice read. I love a happy ending.
"Nice read."
Thanks.
"I love a happy ending."
In my state of mind, this ending was as Mary Poppins as can be : O
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