If you are unfamiliar with this publicity sporting event, familiar up cause it is really quite fun and is infused with an equal dose of hilarity. Teams assembled by the local community compete in a ridiculous display of flight by designing a glider that can theoretically fly supporting the weight of one person. The Rules? The glider can only be people powered. Teams are judged on style, distance, and something else.
The event was conveniently held not 4 blocks from our apartment so getting there was a breeze. We trundled on over and met some of our German friends who were in town, Johannes and Ina. It was about 95 degrees (35 degrees Celsius, I'm learning) and we waded through thousands of people until we had a decent place to stand.
Oh yeah, It was hot, damn hot, so the beard became a memory, quicklike.
The Redbull crew had achieved an impressive erection in the neighborhood of about 3 stories tall. Each team was announced and did a little jig or skit before the big leap . My favorite team had a disco theme for which they designed an exceptionally flightless record player to toss off the cliff. Here it be!
I know it's difficult to see with the small picture but he throws silver confetti into the air right as he jumps. Marks for flare! About midway through the program a plane flew over and dropped a little man out. With deft movements he was able to steer his parachute right onto the dock. Cool. I did learn a few things that day as well:
It is important when out in the sun all day to stay hydrated.
And of course don't forget to cover your head.
Hope this finds you all well.
Devon
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