[Bob Kuczewski]

I have had so much time to reflect on My flying, Heck My Life since I pounded thirteen Years ago. I think about how I tended PUSH IT it when it came to My Flying. Pushing Myself to go on route and quite possibly be able to extend My Horizon. On the one hand this served Me very well. On the other Hand I flew on a Very High Wind Day off Diablo. I had bot Yet left the Mountain on an XC excursion. I mean where I Pounded. If I had chosen to. I could have returned to the Mountain. Or if it were not possible to land up on top at Mount Diablo's Juniper Ridge LZ. I definitely could have made the Lower LZ. But no, I did not return to the Mountain. i ended up sinking out and Pounding.

But that was then, this now. I just need to be patient until John gets up here when the Weather get's warm.

That was a good post.

[Chris McKeon]

YES, I AM A DREAMER.

Can You Say: "OUT AND RETURN!?"

So, I guess I my well jut come out and admit it. I am a hopeless Dreamer. For here I am Fourteen Years, Seven Months, thirteen Days, and oh about a Couple Hours since when I pile Drove Myself into the Ground. I mean I guess that I am just Pathetic! I mean all I do is: To sit around and Dream of when My feet will Leave the Earth again. I just need to admit to Myself that I just May never Fly My Beloved Predator again. Heck it most likely is the case, that I will never foot launch a Glider ever again. Oh, Darn it! I just want to have the opportunity to demonstrate to Myself, and to John that I can still Fly.

DREAMING I dream of being whole, and Rite. Where, when I will take My Predator up to one of the Sierra Nevada Launches, maybe Cloud Buster, or Wolf's Peak, or? I dream about launching and flying. Then Flying either North or South, A hundred or Two HUNDRED Miles. Landing somewhere up on the Sierra Mountain Range. Then camping out under the Stars. The next Morning, I will eat the Eggs that I took with Me on My Flight the Previous Day. Then Set-Up My Predator and Launch and Fly Back to where I Ha Launched from the Previous Day.

[Chris McKeon]

"Free Flight"'. I mean all of Us have had the Feeling of Freedom when We have Flown our Gliders. Here i sit Fourteen Years since I last Flew My Beloved 158 Predator. AIR HORNEY: I am so HOT TO fly. At this point, I am practically {losing it}. I am so deep into Withdrawal. Heck, I must get My self an Air-Gassman.

[Chris McKeon]

I have been watching a Video of the F-22 Raptor. Boy what a Fighter that thing is. I would just love to Fly One! I have Memories that go back to when I first saw a Predator Fly. I mean: Seeing the Glider instilled a sense of lust, a longing to get Myself a Predator. So being a Hang Two Pilot. I encountered a Problem. My Friend "Doug P" when I asked Doug to order Me a Predator. Doug would not order Me a Predator. He cited the Fact that I was a Hang Two Pilot. He said that I needed to be a Hang Three Pilot, if I wanted an advanced Glider. a Couple of Years ago, I told Doug that it really hurt My Feelings that He would not sell Me a Predator. For Doug showed by not be willing to call John and order Me a Predator. It told Me that Doug felt that I was a terrible Pilot. Well Doug told Me: "Are You kidding? I did not think that You were a Dawg of a Pilot. I thought that You had great Skills as a Pilot. It was just the case that I could not sell You as a Hang-Two Glider, a N advanced Glider". But then I did end up buying a Predator what a Glider! Yes, I got My Predator. It was a great choice regarding what Glider to transition to from my first Glider. My first Glider was a W-W Falcon 225. It is fun for Me to remember My Flying, Good, Good thoughts of Flying I have. Thanks John.

[Chris McKeon]

Practically Every thought that I have during each Day, I think about Flying. I mean: Call My Mental State as a Condition that was Profoundly affected by My Last Flight where 14 Years ago I pounded Myself into the ground. But the way I see things is this way: Yest I had an very bad landing event. I pounded into the ground so hard that I sheered Brain Axons, Brain Damage. But that was Then, and this is now. I am so looking forward to when John gets up here and We go Fly. I am thinking that the next time that My feet leave the Ground, I will feel as I did back when I had My first light, flying a HG down in New Zealand way back 2000.

But I think My next flight, the first time that I have Flown i over 14 Years, will be an Epic Flight, beyond comparison to My First Flight down in New Zealand, AM!

[Bill Cummings]

Chris, If I was in your same situation I would go to an inland lake boat towing tandem school. A platform launch with floats on the glider. I would have the instructor take me up over 1,000’ and let me see if I still had what it takes to fly. Then after a few good water landings I would ask if I could go up by myself. That’s how I would prove to myself and my instructor whether or not I would retire or fly.

[Chris McKeon]

Heck, I am wrestling with Personal Self Control rite now. Currently what is at the top of My list regarding My struggling to control My Impulses is to not use Butter with My Celery. Believe it or not Something as simple and Mundane as having control over what I put into My Mouth, is something that I must get a handle on. =Forgive Me Bob, but believe it or not, this is "On Subject". Forr if I am not able to control something as mundane, as what I Put into My Mouth. Then what chance do I have regarding Flying, and not whacking a Glider?

[Chris McKeon]

I for one am so looking forward to when I will have the opportunity to Fly one again. I realize that Most of You who read My Post think: Oh, here He goes again. He Pines to Fly His Predator, again. Over and over. Come On Chris get a Life.

[Chris McKeon]

i ALWAYS LOVED TO fly. well after all these Years, along with One Mahor Downer. I still have the: {SPIRIT to Fly! Why not. I know. I know, My Day that is now 14 Years in ago. But please do not count Me Out. I will Fly. Heck, I did survive, when on March Twenty-Eight Two Thousand Ten things did not look good for Me to Overcome My Injuries.