Beach landing

Flight 162 - 5

After a tough morning at work I still had an tower of work to do all afternoon. Raising money for a startup is hard. Getting sales on a product that doesn't yet exist is not easier. In the past I would just head to Torrey in the afternoon on a day like this, but now of course my partner runs the gliderport: no more playing hookie.

Following the final call of the morning I sat down to work and decided I just couldn't do it. I asked Gabe what he thought of my blowing off the rest of the day and he of course said it was a good idea.

I brought both of my harnesses and wings. It's been a long time since I've flown the ki2fly harness. We're heading to Italy in a few weeks and I'd prefer to bring my acro harness as it's much lighter. It will be a lot easier to lug around. My goal of the day was to fly both harnesses, both wings and decide which I'd prefer to bring on the trip. I was biased towards the dragon3 and acro harness, but open to what I'd experience.

Before I launched a lot of pilots were complaining that conditions were a lot worse than they looked. Steve said, "Don't believe the flags!"

I kited for 15 minutes or so and then launched. I thought conditions were great. I took some flights up and down the ridge, landed, and put the old harness on.

Sitting in the ki2fly harness felt like sitting in a bucket. There's a lot more material in the harness, perhaps twice as much. That said, it did feel much more stable. I did some wingovers over the north side of the golf course. I really had to lean into these, that is to say the acro is much more weight shifty.

The other very obvious feature is the speed bar. That's missing on the acro. Most acro harnesses don't have pulleys for a speed bar. Flying Torrey you don't really need one. You just pull it now and then to see what it does to the wing. I did that, back and forth, into the ever more north wind.

I came back and got back in the acro. The bottom line is the acro is lighter and will be easier to transport. It's not likely that I'll be disappointed by missing out an epic cross-country flight because I didn't have my speed bar. Gabriel said he has some handles I can put directly on the lines.

My last flight the wind turned very north. I scraped for a while before surrendering to the notion that I was going to land on the beach. The lifeguards have been really hard on beach landings lately. Lucky for me I landed directly in front of their truck.

They marched right over and accused me of making a voluntary landing. I politely told them I would not have launched if I had known I was going to land on the beach. They took my name and number without checking my ID. Next time I'll make something up.


Getting very lucky with a beach landing.

I can't believe I didn't notice the women I landed next to on the beach. I'm so used to seeing wrinkly old gay men on the beach I never assume I'll be treated to eye candy. Just as I started folding my wing a 19-year-old or so statuesque brunette walked by with nothing but a thong. My jaw hit the sand.

I snapped a quick photo that I think preserved their anonymity. Suffice it to say I didn't hurry to pack my wing. It was the best beach landing I've had in a long time. Oh yeah, except for the life guards.

Flight 161

I reserve my weekends for my family, which used to mean I'd do all my paragliding during the week. With all the heavy lifting I've been doing to get adaptiveARC off of the ground I haven't had many chances to fly.

I had a great weekend with my girls: we played in the pool, played games, drew, wrote music with friends. It's about as good as it gets. As the day was winding down yesterday I checked the conditions at Torrey: straight in 12-14. It was about 4. I asked my wife if she'd miss me if I ran down for a flight. That's just what I did.



Scripps pier easily in glide range

With no traffic it's a 20 minute drive to the gliderport. I parked, pulled out my wing, laid it out and ran for the cliff. The next hour was heavenly. There were many wings in the sky but tons of lift. I used to loath flying on weekends because it was too crowded. With conditions like this it really doesn't matter.

I got tons of lift off of the south ridge. I came in and out a dozen times doing my half-assed wingovers and coming back in. There were a lot of late-day thermals. You could really feel the heat coming off of the beach. Alternately you'd feel the cold ocean air.

I had more than enough altitude to do a run directly over the Scripps pier, but I didn't want to chance it. I was having a perfect run. I was here to enjoy myself and walking a few miles back to my car would not fall in that category, not today anyway.

I started feeling the wind die down. I had to scrape to get back up on the north ridge. If it weren't for those strong late-day thermals I would have had to land on the beach. There were already 3 or so wings down there. I came into the LZ and folding my wing.

I spent an hour or so adjusting my harness. Not that I needed all that time. A family came by and I let all the kids sit in my harness on the trainer. They were having a blast. I was so happy to be off the clock.



A full view looking north of the Torrey ridge.

This weekend I'm heading to Hawaii. I my fly both Maui and Oahu if I'm lucky.

Where's the ground?

It's been rare for me to fly these days. At most I'm getting 1 day every two weeks. I'm pretty much head down getting adatptiveARC off the ground. I've probably only flown a dozen days since the beginning of the year. Considering that most days are flyable here that's not much.

I did get up in the air over Torrey last Thursday. I'm going to call that flight 160. Because it's been so long I took off and stayed up. I didn't want to come down.

It was an exceptional day in many ways not the least of which was that I was getting thermals off of the beach in front of the golf course. I have flet a bump in the past but these were real thermals. You can't really circle them up. They weren't big enough. But you could crab out in to the wind and get some great lift. I hit 700 at one run.

When it was time to land it was near sunset. There was a weird optical illusion as I landed: I couldn't tell where the ground was.

I was over the grass, I kept thinking, "My feet should be touching", but they couldn't touch. It was a strange depth perception problem. Gabriel later told me it has to do with the setting sun, it can throw off your depth perception.

After a few seconds of not knowing what was going on I just full stalled and fell about 3 feet. No big deal. I just wanted to land.

Great flight though.

At first I thought it was some kind of mental state from being airborne for so long. After Gabriel's comment I'm sure it was just the light. I've never flown there that late before.

Wolves guarding the chickens

I oppose the appointment of Bob Kuczewski to the Torrey Pines Advisory Board.

SIV finale

Saturday November 17, 2007

Now, having seen the pitiful videos, I was focused on getting the timing and intensity of my wingovers down. First set of wingover showed a slight improvement over day 1. Using my calibration I found a point where I always get an “out” part of the wingover. Then I focused on timing. Watching the video is painful, but I can see the incremental progress.



The night before Gabriel told me part of the problem is that I want to go too big. He said if I just focus on the timing I’d get it. Today I was set to do that.

The lines on the dragon3 are just a big longer than on the merlin. Gabe said I was getting used to that too. I really is almost as simple as developing more patience. I can feel the downswing now. I have to wait. When the pressure is highest, swing out the hips.

Flight 148

Gabe asked that I pull some SATs on my own. There is something to know about the SATs. You have to turn 180˚ before you pull hard to induce the SAT.

I was a little surprised when Gabriel asked me to pull a second SAT. I think he wanted me to just build some confidence. In truth, that’s what I needed. I was beating myself up big time over these wingovers.

I’m sure there are more difficult maneuvers, but getting wingovers right is the biggest challenge I’ve faced in paragliding. The SATs look really impressive, but they’re easy to do. For some reason asymmetric spirals are just a bit harder. But the wingovers have been it for me.

This video really shows what I’m doing wrong. It’s not about fear, strength or the desire to go big. It’s about timing. You can see how I’m way too early. Then too late. I’ve got to feel where I am in the pendulum and trust what Gabriel is telling me.

Flight 149

The second flight of the day was interrupted by a towline break. It took a while to get things back together. Main point here is if the towline breaks on your tow don’t disconnect. The guy who did made it much worse than it needed to be by disconnecting. Another boat on the lake ran over it. It was a long delay for everyone.

If the line breaks on you just fly back to the LZ with it. Gabe will tell you where to drop it.

What I liked about this flight most was canopy control. Canopy heading for the lake, brake. Control it. It’s easy now. Coming out of wingovers, asymmetrics and SATs is a piece of cake now. I almost need to shoot for the canvas to get in trouble now. That’s great and if that isn’t a fulfillment of the promise of the clinic I don’t know what is.

Flight 150

After yet another towline break I got a chance to take a 3rd run. I wanted to end the day positive.


If the line breaks on your tow, don't disconnect. Fly it back to the LZ.

The wingovers were good, likely the best of the day. I had a lot of confidence. Gabriel then explained a helicopter. You pull both brakes nearly to the point of stall, then let up and hang on to the risers. The first 3 rotations were nearly perfect. I flet some tension on my right hand and let up a bit, that caused an oscillation that ultimately ended the helo.

I started another SAT and threw it into a spiral. Gabe told me how to correct it with braking, and I felt how it could ease into the SAT but only after I stopped the spiral. I like how the wing spins while I’m out on the side. I’m going to want to induce that on purpose in the future.

I don’t want to sound smug, but the helo’s easy. After it was done I so wanted to do wingovers again.

This final time I did something different. I looked at my watch altimeter, 3500 feet. That’s 1000 over the lake. It’s likely that I can get 6 or 700 feet over the ocean at Torrey. I said to myself, “This is my lovely take-home gift.” I am going to nail some wingovers at carabiner brake strength just as I would at Torrey. If I don’t fall in my canopy this is a practice I can resume when I get back up.

It was a complete success.

Following Max’s advice on doing wingovers with eyes closed I did something just a bit different. Rather than look at the wing, which is how I’ve initiated most wingovers, I just looked at the horizon, not caring much what the wing was doing and just waiting for the feeling of the downswing. This was much easier. If you do it right the wing comes to the horizon anyway so it’s a good practice.

One more thing, I love anticipating the tug of the tow line.

Since leaving the clinic I keep thinking about that feeling, sitting in a SAT, watching the horizon spin by your wing, the security of your harness, the sound of the wind on your windward side. I love the G’s. I can’t wait to go back.

SIV arrival

Thursday November 15, 2007

Getting to the Golden Trout was an ordeal. I wouldn’t whine about it here if one’s personal situation, the ‘P’ in PWAIT, wasn’t relevant to paragliding.


Gabriel, Max and Tim reviewing the tapes.

I didn’t sleep at all the night before the 5-hour drive from San Diego to Lake Isabella. Some of that was my fault, a bit too much wine Wednesday night. The rest I blame on our 4-year-old, Trinity, who made several trips to our bed that night, an irritation I accept joyfully.

I loaded up the SUV and waited for the girls to return home from their various activities. Just as I was about to pull out my iPhone gave me a strange message: “Unable to access SIM card. See support.” The only number I was able to call was 911. I went to the nearest ATT store and got a new SIM card from them. Same message. I bought a new iPhone with the intention of returning it after I had a chance to get to an Apple store. No dice. The iTunes store was down? What a pain in the ass.

I quickly scheduled a genius bar appointment in Costa Mesa which is on the way. They’re open until 9PM and I had an 8:30 reservation. They replaced the phone. I connected it to my computer and it began syncing. By 9 all was well, but I still had a 4-hour drive, at least. With the help of iTunes and In-and-Out I arrived at the Golden Trout at 1:30 AM. Some of the guys were still up playing poker. I was exhausted.


Lake Isabella LZ / tow zone.

Friday November 16, 2007

I tried to sleep in Friday morning, but I couldn’t I was up at the crack of dawn with less than 5 hours of sleep for a second day. I felt a bit light headed as I drove to the tow zone. I had a perfect excuse to pussy out on the clinic on day 1. I was listening to DMSR by Prince which has the line,

Everybody, get on the floor
What the hell'd you come here for?”

Right, what the hell did I come here for? To pussy out on day 1? I don’t think so. Still, on my first tow I wanted to take it easy, just get reintroduced. Gabriel knew that my big goal for the trip was spin recovery, but he let me do wingovers and a asymmetric spirals.

Flight 146

Watching the videos of my flights I have to say that the feeling in the air is much different than what you see on the screen. I think having videos of your flights is invaluable. Just as in kung fu, it can be impossible at times to know what you are doing without seeing yourself from an outside perspective.

It’s all about the feel, but feelings can be relative. When I was talking with Max about getting the timing on the wingovers right he said, “Try it with your eyes closed.” Now that’s some zen shit right there - 5,000 feet in the air doing wingovers with your eyes closed. I’m definitely going to do that one day.

It does make perfect sense.

I’ve often thought that I fight better when I’m blindfolded. When you’re required to act on feel, or more importantly, when your forced to rely on senses other than sight, you have better proprioceptive perception. We like to think we’re going big, and we’re going bigger at an SIV than we do elsewhere, but when you see the video your first thought is, “That’s it!?”

OK, my first and second set of wingovers sucked. It’s amazing. In my head I’m thinking, “I’m 6K up. I can screw up as much as I want. Go BIG!” And yet, when I look at the video I look like an old grandfathers clock pendulum. I was trying, really. Later Gabriel told me that was the problem. I was thinking “Go BIG” instead of feeling the harness and controlling the canopy. I had to wait for the evening for that.

I pulled a huge asymmetric deflation. That was very cool. Unlike in the past where we were taught to ride on the good side until the bad side re-inflated, we now throw ourselves into the bad side. This causes a much fast re-inflation. It’s a great feeling too.


Gabriel and Robin preparing Haute Cuisine.

Flight 147

Second tow up was the big one. We started with the spiral. I waited for the wing to approach front and let out the break. Then I caught the surge. Awesome. I nailed it. That gave me enormous confidence. I did a pair of SATs. SATs are fun but they’re not particularly challenging. It’s actually an easy maneuver. I was much more interested in finally nailing wingovers.

The only thing I need to add to my SATs is to get out of the starfish position. My legs look awful dangling around in the air in those.

Here’s what I know about wingovers: You start slow and build. Like a kid swinging on a swing set there’s a perfect time to move your legs, “pump and back” as I say to my 4-year-old. With wingovers the moves are weight-shift and brake. On downswing, with a snap, you lead with weight shift, then give tons of break. It’s the timing that’s been my problem. I’ve always been either too early or too late.

I can feel that I’m too early and too late. I feel it in my ass, the harness and the wing. When I get it right it feels so easy. When I get it wrong it just stops the wing.

My breakthrough on this clinic was measuring my brake input. I took a wrap and brought each brake to the carabiners. That’s enough break to get the ‘out’ part of the wingover. You won’t get over 90˚, but that was okay with me. I just wanted to work on the timing.

Weight shift and break. Let up, Pump with both to adjust and prevent collapse. Wait for the downswing and repeat. One more thing, keep your angles crossed or you look like a dick even if the wingovers are solid.

At the end of my second tow I felt that I made some progress, but I still wasn’t doing wingovers.

When I approached the LZ the wind was starting to really kick up. It was difficult to get down. I’m not sure what it was but I wasn’t thinking straight. I drifted around. I could have pulled big ears and landed anywhere, but I didn’t really feel like landing. I was just drifting. Then, all of the sudden I found myself drifting back over the water. WTF! I landed about ankle deep. Gabe said on the radio, “Kite! Kite!” I’m not sure why but I just let the wing fall in the water. It was wierd. I think I was g-ed out, but the strange thing was I wasn’t g-ed out on the approach. It all came to me just as I was landing.

There’s a big lesson there: G’s happen. Landing safely is important. I had more than enough presence of mind to do a proper landing. I just needed to tell myself that, and I didn’t

Upon some reflection, it’s not just the G’s. When you go up to nearly 6K, do wingovers, fall into 80% asymmetric collapses, pull a couple SATs and drift to an open shoreline LZ you just don’t think landing will be a big deal, You don’t even think it’s important. I really don’t think it was the G’s. I think I just didn’t care if I did a good landing. That’s not right. It’s not just what you do in the sky at a clinic, it’s everything: the tow, the maneuvers, the approach and the landing. Thankfully I have this blog to remind me before my next tow clinic.

Tim Green debuts on liftband

Timothy Green is another leading US pilot. I don't know much about him except that he kicks some serious acro ass. You've got to watch this video to the very end where he dips a wing tip in the water then lands on shore. Awesome! Quicktime required.

Max's first tow

Max is Robin's son and one of the best acro pilots in the USA. This awesome run was nothing special for him, but us novices got a real thrill watching him fly.

He brought his kiteboarding wing to the clinic as did I and I was hoping to have some fun on our boards when the wind blew us out of the air. Turns out it was too violent for our kites as well. Quicktime required.

Love is the opposite of fear

The first thing to know about an SIV clinic is that everyone’s scared. No one wants to fall into their canvas or pull their reserve because they’re in a free fall. The reality couldn’t be further away from the nightmare fantasies we create for ourselves as we prepare for the 1st tow.


Stine Cove at Lake Isabella: A graveyard for your fears.

If there’s any maneuver where you’re in a free fall it’s the full stall. For the first 50 feet or so you actually are in a free fall, but you learn soon that you’re not accelerating at 32 feet per second per second, In fact, you’re flying backwards in a choppy but stable glide.

I’ve found that it’s usually the biggest talkers at the gliderport that are the biggest chicken-shits at the clinics. I take that back, the only chicken-shits are the pilots to don't take SIV clinics. Regardless, I think it’s best to just be honest. When I’m afraid I say so. I’ve found that everyone gets real all the sudden and starts to share their experiences.

When I’m afraid first I check in with my intuition: Is this fear fake or real? It’s not natural for man to fly, so some trepidation before any flight is natural. The question is: is this fear real? I know real fear, it’s a message from your intuition. It’s simple, guiding and quiet. I know fake fear as well, in fact, it’s far more familiar than real fear.

Fake fear is the fear you taught yourself. It’s how you beat yourself up. You got it from movies, society and your parents. It’s learned. Real fear is different, it’s actually not fear at all. It’s a simple message. In my assault prevention training that I teach with Andre Salvage I know that every assault victim says the same thing, "I knew something was wrong". That’s true fear. It’s the voice of your intuition keeping you safe.

So I check in first. Is there a message? Does something feel different? I hear my intuition mostly through feeling. Some people feel it in their gut or the hair on the back of their neck. So far I’ve never heard that voice before flying. So far I’ve been safe. If I ever do hear that voice, I’m not flying and I don’t care if anyone understands my explanation. I’ve learned to trust my intuition unconditionally.

When I’m certain that I’m not experiencing real fear I need to take care of that fake fear that can be so debilitating. If you go into a tow thinking, “Oh my God I hope I don’t fall into that fucking canvas!”, you’re not going to have a very good flight. It could happen, because you could accidentally get back into the moment, instead of living in your self-imposed fear chamber.

A better attitude is to focus on what you love. Love is the opposite of fear.


What's not to love about this?

I love flying. I love everything about it: the freedom, listening to nature, the peace, going to places and seeing things few others have seen. I love being safe in the air. I know that with each tow I’m coming back a better pilot. Without fail that’s what's happened. So, I scrub out all those petty bullshit fake fears with my love of the sport, every aspect. Don’t overdo this, when it’s time for your tow drop it, focus on your goals, check the lines, even the chin strap. This is work for before the tow.

If you go into your tow thinking, “I love this. I’m going big! I’m going to nail this!”, you’re going to go big and you’re going to nail it.

November SIV Clinic

This was a great clinic. I signed up because I took such a big fall at the last clinic. That’s when I fell nearly into the canvas after going in to a negative spin.


Landing approach at Lake Isabella in my Dragon3.

SIV is a acronym from the French “ Simulation d'Incident en Vol”; literally “Simulated Incidence in Flight”. The purpose of the clinic is to develop your piloting skills by inducing incidents that can be remedied with active piloting. It’s also practice the maneuvers a pilot must to to master control of the canopy. SIV is a universal term for this kind of training. Gleitschirmfliegen is German for paragliding, parapente is French, but the term SIV is use in all languages for this kind of training.

This was my third clinic, so I’m getting to be somewhat experienced at this now. That doesn’t mean I’m any more expert, I just have more experience. Here are the maneuvers I’ve performed:

Collapses
- Asymetric
- Large Asymetric (over 50%)
- Frontal
Spins
Stable Spirals
Stalls

In addition to catastrophic events like these we practice descent techniques. There’s no stick on a paraglider cockpit. You need to rely on your soaring skills to ascend. When you need to descend quickly you use a descent technique:

Big Ears
- With Speed Bar
Big Big Ears
- With Speed Bar

These are the basics. If you experience rotor or perform some other move poorly in flight you can enter one of these conditions. Knowing how to get out of them is life saving.


The situation at the clinic in full swing.

After you master these it’s time to increase your canopy skills by doing tricks, or acro. Here are the maneuvers I’ve performed so far:

Whip Stalls or Porpoise Dives
Wingovers
SAT
Helicopter
Asymmetric Spiral

It’s getting to be quite a list, and especially after a clinic like this I want to write about all of them if only to reinforce my understanding. Before I do I’ve collected a list of maneuvers I haven’t performed yet as a to-do list:

Ground Spirals
Riser Twist Recovery
Reversals
Tumbles
Loops


Photos by Scott Smith .

Savannah's First Flight

Quicktime required.

Flights 140-3

This is a perfect day: 10AM conference call with my partners at the gliderport nailing down some specifics of a technology that, when commercialized, will save the world. A few hours writing specs to a illustrator who’ll be building our collateral. Another hour of working on the pro-forma and conditions got good for flying.


From astocker.com.

I took my wing out. It was very north again. I opened it up, worked out some kinks in the lines and put it back down. The wind died down. Back out with the spreadsheet.

Within an hour conditions were good again. A number of wings had taken off including Gabriel with a news reporter.

Flight 141

My first flight was brief. I was trying to do wingovers in the background as the cameras were fixed on Gabe and the news babe.

Flight 142

I got some nice lift and really tryed to lay into my wingovers. Wingovers are a lot like swinging a swingset in the sky, except, you never move backwards. That is, when you swing on a swing set you move back and forth. In wingovers you swing forward and turn right, swing forward and turn left, etc. I’m not sure why I never noticed this before today. There’s very little chance of falling in the wing which I suppose is the big fear. I came down to adjust my harness.

Flight 143

This was a long one. I headed south towards the mansions. There was plenty of lift at the last ridge before the pier. There’s a large apartment complex there which usually I’m eye-to-window with. This time I was well above it. I considered taking a run all the way to the pier for a moment, then decided I better test the north winds for the ride back first. That’s a long walk.
As I headed north past the mansions I started to sink. It seems no matter what I did I was going down. I passed the rhino horn and hoped for a recovery in front of the LZ. I just kept going down. I scraped as close as I’d ever scraped at Torrey.

Nothing.

Scraping that close to the ridge the little thermal bubbles that pop off were more in control of my wing than the liftband. I spotted some nudies on the beach and decided to land so that my wing and lines were as far from them as I could navigate.

Down I came.

Considering the strong lift I had experienced at the pier I never imagined I’d end up on the beach. Within a minute Dan spotted me on the sand. He yelled, “I’ll be right there!” I wouldn’t have asked him to come land on the beach but within 5 minutes he did some wingovers down to a nearly perfect landing to hand me a bottle of water. Amazing.

It was pure camaraderie. Dan came down to be with me. It’s no fun to walk up that hill. It’s much more fun to have a friend and share the experience. That was nice.

We drank some water and started the hike up talking about work, women, life and love.

By the time we were back on top it was late. I had to buzz out to pick my daughter up from French class. No loss. The wind had died down very low and was more north than ever. A perfect day though, through and through.

Dragon3 tests

Flights 136-9

It was another mild day at the gliderport; flyable but intermittent.


Mine's red.

That's fine. I think the success or failure of adaptiveNRG is going to depend in some part on bad weather.

Gabriel suggested a bunch of runs down the hill without launching to get the feel for the stall point on my dragon3. It was a good day for that, very north. I gave it a few runs down the hill looking for a launch. There was really only one run where I felt the wing stall.

The dragon is much more responsive than my merlin. It needs less brake to get the same effect. The effect of weight shift seems to be about the same, but there's a chance I'm already forgetting what the merlin feels like. After a while Arman came over to me and asked if I knew I was facing the wrong way when my wing was collapsing. I said yes, that I was playing with the wing and not really concerned about that. In fact I should have been. He was right and I think I wasn't so much feeling out my new wing as fighting it.

Flight 136

Armin said, "You'll learn more just flying." Just then the conditions were great. As I launched he pushed my harness to help. No one's ever done that before. That was fun.


Armin.

I just want to play with this thing, the dragon3 that is. I got some altitude and did some wingovers. Of course now I'm watching the horizon and the outer wing. I wasn't pushing it too far as I don't really know this wing yet. In fact, I'm not sure how far I would have pushed the merlin. Still, I got a few good ones in.

I landed just as the wind died down.

Flight 137

I got my laptop out and intended to work on my proforma. Within a few minutes the wind was back so I launched. This time I went up the north ridge to bathtub rock. It was very intermittent. On one pass I was over 500 feet. The next I was afraid of walking back on the beach.

One thing I did learn doing my LZ dry runs was that this wing needs very little brake input, far less than the merlin. In the air it's not as apparent. I laid off of the brakes quite a bit, just hanging pressure. I'm getting more comfy.

Flight 138-9

137 was an unintentionally long flight. I was out there for over an hour. After landing I realized I needed more practice landing. I came in quickly and went back out. One my next landing the wind just died. Fair enough. I had a great day and really learned a lot about this wing.

One of the things I love about Torrey is how gentle and consistent it feels when you land. It's pretty much the safest LZ you can imagine. That's only a problem when you go somewhere else and are not ready for a tough landing. It seems like you can do just about anything there.

Carlos Marquez takes a flight

Mexico's top mariachi singer Carlos Marquez came by for a flight at Torrey last week after his performance at Mariachi USA.


My business partner Dan, left, and Carlos Marquez, right.

As he was landing he was bellowing "Cielito Lindo". It was a beautiful sound and I'm sure they heard it in La Jolla.

Correction on wingovers

Gabriel read my last entry and makes a correction: When doing wingovers look at the horizon and outside wing.

Independence Dragon3

Flight 128 - 135

The weather at Torrey finally was good enough to fly today. This is the first day where I’ve been able to fly since the clinic.


I've got a new wing.

It took me nearly an hour to work out the tangles and straighten out the lines on my Merlin. Something just didn’t feel right. I kited for a while. At one point Dan was encouraging me to launch. I told him something just didn’t feel right to me, but Dan was insisting that conditions were perfect. Fair enough, but my personal conditions weren’t up to snuff yet.

I’ve heard many times from David and Gabriel that when you don’t feel good inside, when something tells you not to fly, don’t. Dan was applying full steam peer pressure. I’m not sure why. I told him to back off. I didn’t feel right. It’s funny how hard that is for some people to do.

Flight 128 - 131

Finally after adjusting my harness things did start to feel right, so I launched. The conditions were very north, WNW about 300˚. But, the wind was great, 12-14 mph. There was plenty of lift but maneuvering around was a bit challenging with so much north speed.

I landed and took off twice just getting readjusted to my wing. Something still didn’t feel right. It wasn’t a safety issue. I just did like the way my wing felt. Dan has the exact same wing as me, an Independence Merlin, same color too, but his is a medium whereas mine is large.

When I did my sat and wingovers at the SIV clinic I was using his wing. I felt like I had much more control in that wing. I’m sure there’s a better way to phrase it, but I felt like there was less chance of the lines going slack. I could take a wrap, turn, get out and up over the wing and not feel like I was going to throw myself in it. Since that flight I’ve thought I needed a smaller wing, but that would be a safety issue.

When I came down from my 3rd flight Gabriel arrived. While we were flying he was busy making phone calls for adaptiveNRG. He landed our first meeting with a landfill. Awesome. I complained a bit about my wing. Dan mentioned that you should have a safety check on your wing once a year. I’ve never had one and I’m in my 2nd year with this Merlin. I told Gabe, “I think I’m just going to buy the first Dragon I fly anyway.” He jumped up with enthusiasm.

When he came back he delivered my new wing. An Independence Dragon3
Large of course. My plan was to fly until 3PM and start working on adaptiveNRG’s proforma. This new wing completely threw that plan out the window.

The wing was already used once, I think by Henry at Owens so I didn’t exactly get that “new car” experience of unpacking a fresh wing. But it only used once and clearly new. I kind of liked seeing the bits of Owens sage in the lines.

I inflated the wing for the first time and immediately felt a difference, much more lift. That’s interesting because the wing is physically smaller.

It was Gabriel’s day off. He had a wing out and was doing all kinds of crazy manuvers out in the window. It was inspiring. Watching Gabriel fly is watching and expression of pure joy.

Flight 132 - 135

I took my new wing the edge and launched. There’s a lot more control and the wing moves much more dynamically than the Merlin. I got a lot of lift early and went over the ocean to do some wingovers. I immediately felt the control that I had with Dan’s wing, but this wing was built for my weight. I felt much more buoyant. This was awesome.

I noticed that my speed bar was not attached so I came in to land to attach it. This was interesting. The Dragon is faster and a bit more difficult to land. Gabriel said I’d adjust to it.

When you’re doing wingovers you need to look at your wing. I think that’s the trick. Because this wing is new I just want to keep looking at it. When I was doing my wingovers I just kept looking at the wing as the horizon came up to meet it, and they were much better. I don’t actually think it was the wing that made the wingovers better, I think it was the fact that my eyes were in the right place.

I put on full speed bar to fight the north wind heading to the golf course. I played for a while in the ravines there and came back to the north ridge for altitude. Then I pulled big ears and did some spirals.

The bottom line is everything about the wing is more dynamic. I am glad I waited before buying the wing. I don’t think I would even know what I was getting before. I came in for a few landings. This is still the tricky part. On those last landings I noticed that not only was the wing faster, but it was slower as well. It reacts much differently than the Merlin. I’m in love with this thing.

On my drive home I had to call Gabe. Somewhere in Encinitas on the 5 I noticed I was coming down from a high.

Paragliding is Better for Business than Golf

I've never really cared for golf.

I can do it, walk through the 18 holes with only a few snowmen. But, I've never experienced what people always say about golf: that it's good for business.



The people you'll meet paragliding.

I've never met anyone golfing who didn't want to sell me something, usually real estate or some kind of investment. On the contrary, paragliding has introduced me to dozens of entrepreneurs, people with money to invest or people who are just plain doing something interesting in business.

The woman you see above here was a buffet decoration at a party I attended last night in Ranch Sante Fe. The owner of the mansion is a biotech entrepreneur who works with plasma DNA. When we met I told him about my new arc-plasma business and we shared polite nods. When I asked him if he'd like a tandem flight suddenly he took an interest.

I'm am nearly 100% certain that if I had asked him if he wanted to golf that would have been the end of the conversation. Instead, I've got access now to his personal secretary.

That's been my consistent response when I talk paragliding with people in business. It's intriguing. It's access to another world. You know the person you're talking to is seriously engaged with life.

In short: paragliding is better for business than golf.

Who's that guy on the radio?

The #1 question I've gotten since posting these SIV videos is who's that guy talking? Also: How is he talking to you?

That guy is Gabriel Jebb and he's easily the best paragliding instructor I've ever met, especially at SIV and acro. If you've seen Performance Flying, Instability or Broken Toe you've seen some good video, but the instructors are average communicators at best. Gabe really teaches. He describes how it feels when you're gaining momentum, when to pull, weight shift and all the other little things that happen when you're really up there.


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You can tell he's Swiss: he's methodical, patient and follows a clear unbroken line of thinking. But he's Californian too. He know's that not just getting it but making it cool is what we're trying to do. Sometimes cool's enough too. He gets those in as well.

With all due respect to those other guys, Gabe's simply the best. If you watch Instability 2 when they show how to get out of a spin it's clear they're practicing strong pitch control and laying off of the brakes when the wing's in front. But, all they actually say is "Lay off of the brakes". I remember watching that video for the first time thinking, "This video should be called 'Lay Off of the Brakes'! There must be more to active piloting than that."

That's what Gabe gets into. Everything else that you know is there that no one's talking about.

I love the video on Broken Toe. Owning that video's a must. But, the instruction is almost hard to listen to. He doesn't so much teach as do a free-association rambling about what to expect. There are no details, no finesse.

I don't want to take anything away from these other guys. I'm thankful they're there and have put out videos. All I'm saying is if you're a paraglider you need to take a clinic with Gabe while he's still teaching.

Robin too.

This guy manning the boat is exactly the guy you want to see after you end up in the drink. He's driving a half-empty man-made lake with 40-year-old tree trunks popping up everywhere as if he could see from our 1000+ foot perspective. He arrived when I threw my reserve within seconds and pulled my 210 lb. ass out of the water like I was a wet nurf ball. Amazing. Robin is reason enough to go to these clinics.

He knows his shit too. He's the king of "outside brake". Everytime I've messed up a move in the sky he's right there saying, "You need more outside brake." He's said it so many times now that it's become a reflex for me. And, when I mess up a move one of the first things I think is "Did I forget about the outside brake?"

Paraddicted!

The Costa Ricans from paraddicted.com kick ass!



The paraddicted.com guys: Paul and Mike.

I could write volumes here, but the videos say it all: click.

More SIV: Ivan Performs

Under the openly hostile oppression of the Golden Trout management we managed to have a pretty good time eating, drinking and singing the night away. Here's a clip from Ivan who performed so well I was reluctant to even pick up the guitar at the risk of being compared.


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This is what it's like to be at a Torrey SIV clinic: wet wings, cool people.

When I showed these videos to my wife she said, "Californian's are so sterile." It's immediately obvious how much heart and soul this Montenegrin has. We are sterile here in CA. We keep our personal distance. But, we love extreme sports, and thankfully that connects us with a lot of guys like Yvonne.


Radical maneuvers, wet wings, cool people.