I should be in my car right this second, driving to the airport. It’s my first day of work, in a different city, at a different job.
But I just couldn’t leave Saturday’s post — reruns of comments, essentially — stand as the Monday post.
I’m that dedicated.
So, here are a couple of pictures of Bob and me, riding one of the seesaw stunts in the Tapeworm course (or maybe it’s Mr. DNA).
You’ve got to approach a seesaw with more speed — and confidence — than feels natural. You can’t just coast up — too steep — and if you just inch up, you’ll start wobbling and fall off the side.
As Bob shows here, you’re pretty far up before the seesaw starts tipping. He’s over the fulcrum, and the seesaw is just about to go.
When the seesaw tips, it goes suddently and violently. You go from hardly moving at all, trying to balance, to being in what feels like free fall. You feel an urge to bail out — clearly, you’re not going to make it — but before you do, the seesaw has hit the ground with a thump that travels through your spine, arms, and shoulders, and you ride away, giddy as hell.
Here I am, just as the seesaw hits the ground. You can see I only barely avoided rolling off one side.
I’ve got to build one of these in Utah.