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To Fly

The earliest chinese character that I remember learning is 'to fly'. I was sitting in a small classroom in Kuala Belait, Brunei, and I remember my teacher writing the character on the chalkboard and then gesturing to the class what the character meant. It is a vivid memory. I was five years old.

When I was nine my father noticed me staring out of the car window during a road trip in Malaysia and asked me what I was looking at. I replied, 'I am watching myself fly.' He was quiet for a moment then replied, 'Son.. It is important to know the difference between what is real and what is not. Some things are possible and some things are not.'
A program on TV that I saw when I was twelve showed a man jumping from the edge of a cliff holding a huge kite. That was my first glimpse of hanggliding.
It wasn't until I was twenty that I acted on my thoughts of flight. I was riding a motorcycle at 180 km/h along a lonely highway on an Autumn day in Vancouver when I was f…


Finally.. back home in Calgary.

A few days in Honolulu eased the tension in my high stress life.

Of course I didn't fly directly back to Canada.

I needed to deal with some business in Malaysia so I spent a few weeks in Kuala Lumpur before returning to Canada. From a rooftop nightclub at my birthday party I took a picture of the Petronas Twin Towers, which are well known to base jumpers.

Next I spent a few days in Los Angeles with my good friend, Kraig Coomber, of Moyes USA. My new hangglider sail had arrived, made with the new Code Zero cloth. Not all the carbon parts for the airframe had arrived so I will need to make another trip to LA in early 2011 to build my new glidezilla.

After all that racing I needed a little R&R.. rest and renewal. My first stop was Sao Paulo to take in some sun before facing the fast approaching northern winter.