The earliest chinese character that I remember learning is ‘to fly’. It is a vivid memory and I was five years old. It wasn’t until I was twenty that I acted on my thoughts of flight. I was riding a motorcycle at 180 km/h along a lonely highway on an Autumn day in Vancouver when I was filled with the sensation of and desire to lift off my bike into the air. After some research I tracked down the only hanggliding instructor in Vancouver, Barry Bateman, who was no longer actively instructing, and convinced him to teach me to fly.
Free flight has become a central theme in my life. When I think back to the beginning, it seems as if it was always in me, waiting to get out into the light. – From Brett’s first post To Fly.
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