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dieser artikel stammt von www.flyaglider.com/articles/newArticles/ - die site ist jedoch leider nicht mehr online, so dass ich auch nicht mehr wie in der vergangenheit darauf verlinken kann. ich konnte den inhalt noch über den cache von google retten und so der nachwelt erhalten. ich habe den text nur moderat umformatiert, um den charakter des artikels zu erhalten... |
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Why Paragliding Sucks Paragliding sucks. Before I was a pilot. I worked. I ate. I slept. Now I fly. Flying cannot be described. You simply do it. Once you have, you are never satisfied with ground based activities. you constantly look to the sky. Before flying, when I drove, I watched the road, now I watch the sky. Before I flew I dreamed of advancements in business, now I dream of a longer flight. Before I flew I dreamed of deeper relationships, now I dream of higher flights. Is soaring the most selfish activity ever created? Or am I simply not a complete person unless I am flying. Am I a better person because I Fly? Or am I a dysfunctional person because I need to fly. Is flying a disease? Or is it completion. Is it genetically driven? Or some kind of impossible to fulfill addiction. Well, whatever you describe it as, or whatever you define it as, it is completely unreachable. Soar all you want. Fly in thermals, fly in ridge lift, fly in convergence. You will never get enough. Have you ever had the flight that you said " Now I have Achieved IT!". No. You always know you could've had a higher, longer, better flight if you just could of turned tighter or left sink sooner or stayed in lift longer or.. or.. or... It never ends. And maybe that is why we can never enough? Maybe that is why we will always search for another thermal, another flight, another cloud, another moment where time stops and your every instinct is tuned to the pulse of the air... where every thought is of where the lift is. Everything else fades and the instant is everything. Right now. THIS thermal. THIS cloud. THIS flight... I've been drunk. I've been high. I cannot think of a single moment that begs for a revisit like flight. It is elusive. It cannot be attained. You can never get there! Maybe that is why I keep focusing on the weather forecast. Maybe that is why I keep clicking that pilot repot. Maybe that is why I drive out when it looks completely dismal... There was that one time when I ... But why try to describe it? How can You? How many times have you tried? It never works. You talk about timing your launch, you talk about watching everyone soar when you sink... you talk about a low save, you talk about that thermal that was the size of a basketball... it may as well be Greek. It cannot be described. I will never be the same... I will never be satisfied with less. And that's why paragliding sucks. |
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