today i got slung around in one of these. nothing in front of me but a couple rudder pedals and a stick. to my right, horizontally hinged fuselage panels gave way to a sky bumbling past at 55 knots. insects fly faster. highest altitude? 3200 ft. number of attempted helical dives? 3. max number of rotations per dive? 2 3/4, slightly more than the number of G's pulled. for a brief second, I weighed close to 250 pounds, and it felt exhilarating.
what i love about flying is the plunge into an endless geographical expanse, one that levels mountains and amplifies the sky to dimensions our retinas fail to comprehend. limitless. scurrying among the clouds, swallowed by a cerulescent ceiling, and tasting, for a few moments, our earth's dulcet coating. a pterotic libido.