Showing posts from September, 2012


Things happen for the first time, they happen for the last time. To me it is all the same. It is now.
Flying my EnZo at full speed over a beach more secluded than I have ever imagined, midway through a 50 km ridge run. To the left is the island of Bali, Indonesia and to the right is the Indian Ocean.


"To fly is to touch the wind, smell the clouds, hear the sun, see beyond the horizon." Anonymous
Thirty six hours of buses, aeroplanes, and taxis brought me back to Canada, with Araxa clouds still dancing in my head.
Was I really there?
As I close my eyes to sleep, I can still feel the motions of my EnZo at full speed, G-loading fluctuating, risers losing tension, my wrists twitching as fast as Bruce Lee jacked on Red Bull to keep the wing open.
Yes, I was.

Day 7

The final task and one that would allow a second task discard. Imagine flying the last day of competition knowing that if you bomb, it will not count. It will be as if it never happened, just a bad dream. We did not imagine it, we lived it.
It was last day discard mania as EnZos, IP6s, and Core2s raced pulley-to-pulley with nothing to lose. We would be on full bar even before leaving each thermal and would hold full bar through thermals that were not good enough. Speed-to-fly had no meaning today, neither …