to the jumps:
whenever i get high with the small dude (6.3 AB) ,
i get so much respect, i just hang from the bar. looking scared and am totally concentrated on not steering the kite wrong and not wetting myself
one wrong steering impulse and you'll perform like the enterprise goin' on warp 9 ... next thing to know your chest hitting the water (that feels similar to solid concrete)
i had a few of these, one time i was lucky i was forced to wear helmet and protection vest, one time i was uncertain if a rib was broken.