Bewilderment , USA
Some Aeronautical Advice to my Younger Self ( or, You Will Believe a Moose Can Fly )
You ain't no superhero slick, do not dive headfirst onto bricks!
( Only five feet right straight down, head wounds bleed like hell I've found. For one brief second I could fly, well worth the scar above my eye.)
Hands greased with frosting from a cake do not a trapeze artist make!
( For fourteen feet I was aloft, the landing, anything but soft, to swing like Tarzan though the trees, one broken humerous if you please!)
You should unplug an amplifier prior to messing with its' wires!
(Eight feet through the air I flew in an arc when that thing blew. A flash, a pop, then coming to... in retrospect not smart to do.)
Though you may have the right of way the larger object rules the day!
( Twenty-eight feet from me to shoes, and six weeks to recover too! Where she came from I have no clue, back then we didn't know how to sue!)
Mix alcohol and snowmobiles to make for one painful ordeal!
( My one attempt at backward flight, not much distance or much height, a third of a kneecap's better than none, up to that point it was fun!)
Wheelie riding while on a bike should be saved for the younger tykes!
(A three foot distance to the ground will cause you to make "Owwie" sounds, concrete sidewalks, softer grass, no doubt where I set my a**!)
To demonstrate your first slam dunk don't wait until you're quite that drunk!
( A shoulder plant from eight feet up's not good for your rotator cup, NBA star? No way! I ain't, and broken bones can make you faint!)
And so my history of flight became the subject of this write,
up to this point there, younger guy, I have no doubt that we can fly!