ProgMatinee
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On the 4th my wife and I had the opportunity to fly in a balloon in Raton NM and we ended up being the only 2 people (plus our pilot) to fly that day because all the other pilots were too smart...I mean too chicken...to fly due to winds.
Well, not our pilot. I should have known better when I saw his boots were Evel Knievalish...
So since my wife and I drove 200 miles just to do it, he took us up. It was my job to hold one end of the balloon while it inflated...tough work since I only weigh 150 lbs.
Once the balloon was inflated the wind started really carrying it so the pilot yells, "get in get in!" so like good sheeple my wife and I get in!
They unhitch the rope holding us to an F150 and we are off like a goddamn rocket. In about 30 seconds we are like 2000 feet in the air and cruisin.
Over the next 15 minutes we are flying high maybe went south about 3 miles and its time to land...we start to descend and this is my favorite part because as you get closer to the ground you really notice how fast you're traveling. The pilot estimated were were going about 25 mph.
So theres a clearing near a dirt road that we are heading for and skimming near the surface and so we land at about 20-25 miles and hour and hit the bottom corner of the basket and I almost fly out because natural instinct is to let go and protect your head. After the first bump I realize I could break my freaking arm if it hits the ground at that speed, so I hold on better and we drag like 40' to a stop and I'm trying to get out but realize my jacket it UNDER the basket and I'm stuck so I have to wriggle our of my coat. Everyone was fine and now I have the most exciting thing to happen to me in a while to share. Oh and my wife was scared so she sat on the floor for the crash. lol.
I will never do that again though unless I am with the most anal pilot. I'll post picks of our luny pilot tonight.
Well, not our pilot. I should have known better when I saw his boots were Evel Knievalish...
So since my wife and I drove 200 miles just to do it, he took us up. It was my job to hold one end of the balloon while it inflated...tough work since I only weigh 150 lbs.
Once the balloon was inflated the wind started really carrying it so the pilot yells, "get in get in!" so like good sheeple my wife and I get in!
They unhitch the rope holding us to an F150 and we are off like a goddamn rocket. In about 30 seconds we are like 2000 feet in the air and cruisin.
Over the next 15 minutes we are flying high maybe went south about 3 miles and its time to land...we start to descend and this is my favorite part because as you get closer to the ground you really notice how fast you're traveling. The pilot estimated were were going about 25 mph.
So theres a clearing near a dirt road that we are heading for and skimming near the surface and so we land at about 20-25 miles and hour and hit the bottom corner of the basket and I almost fly out because natural instinct is to let go and protect your head. After the first bump I realize I could break my freaking arm if it hits the ground at that speed, so I hold on better and we drag like 40' to a stop and I'm trying to get out but realize my jacket it UNDER the basket and I'm stuck so I have to wriggle our of my coat. Everyone was fine and now I have the most exciting thing to happen to me in a while to share. Oh and my wife was scared so she sat on the floor for the crash. lol.
I will never do that again though unless I am with the most anal pilot. I'll post picks of our luny pilot tonight.