“When I tap you on the shoulder, firmly pull the red knob twice,” shouted Rick from behind me as our glider was towed into the hot summer sky. “And don’t let the loud pop scare you.”
My heart was pounding.
“Got some great thermals so we’ll go up another hundred feet or so,” said Rick, tapping me on the shoulder.
I quickly tugged the red knob.
“Bang!” The umbilical cord to the plane released from the glider and we shot up into oblivion.
My stomach was still a hundred feet below us.
“Good job!” called Rick.
“I’m not feeling so good,” I hollered.
“Shit! There’s no barf tube. If you puke it’ll go everywhere.”
Silence.
“Don’t worry,” said Rick as the glider began to spiral down. “We’ll be on the ground in a minute.”
“Please, not that fast!”
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