"Be careful" is most profound here. But in many ways one should be cautious.

10 years I flew everyday it was flyable. Your experience is not complete until
you see your shadow on the clouds below. Like spilling tiny clear beads around
you in the sunlight; didn't take the camera on that flight.

I saw the very best and the very worst disappear, and grown men cry. All that's
sacred comes from you.

The highest highs come with the lowest lows. It's just a ride. You can get off
anytime you like. In the blink of an eye, not from pilot error, feet on the
ground; later dude, much later.
RIP Dan Racanelli
Brightest pilot on the hill
"I never worry about it. When it's gone it's gone."
Always wanted to be more like him.
http://ozreport.com/7.38
No photos of Dan or of the rain bowed wing shadow.

I remember now. The smart guy that realized time hadn't elapsed to be a Hang4.
Name was Jim something. Devil Mountain was the place. By his own choice, he
launched in high winds, blown backside, a month after not minding his own
business. He could not remember the last name either after that. It would not
be ok had I wished him any harm. I did not. I laughed through my HSHGA trial.
What's a printer to do but forge, laugh at authority and death itself?

A pilot and a drunk, a drunken pilot; think it was pilot error. (Yah think)

I saw one that should have disappeared. They put him back together and left out
some parts, never to smile again.

Panda Slam Kelly missed a safety meeting and finally just fell of the hill.

Those who did not miss the safety meeting (in the bushes) always had great
flights and perfect landings, magic it twas. Magic was passed around at those
safety meetings. By now you're lost or you're with me.

Every year, rumors of mistakes and disappearances, you'll make friends; you'll
lose 'em too.

Repressed memories for sure, depressed memories as well.

I give you Hang Gliding in Hell by experience,
aQ

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