Sometimes I wish I could have the Foo Fighters play as a soundtrack in my head.

For some odd reason, Nathan and Dave decided to invest in a hang glider. (That some reason I refer to is actually a triumphant ‘why the hell not?‘)

I think that 5 years ago, if someone were to tell me that my friends would rent a car, drive to Baltimore, pick up a $300 used airfoil and try to fly it that night, I’d have thought it irrational, dangerous and ridiculous. But, as it turns out, while we haven’t gotten it totally off the ground, in due time it seems to be a pretty promising hobby for us.

I snapped some pictures of our haphazard first attempt at flight: