Old School . . . BD 2004
How I Quit Being a Skydiver and Learned to Love the Line-Mod . . . Like many jumpers back in the day, I returned from an early Bridge Day ready to rape and pillage everything in my hometown. This is a time when we operated purely on balls and bravado, and anything seemed possible. It’s a time when we’d laugh, because we knew a secret, a secret no one else seemed to know. It's a time when we thought we knew it all, when really we knew nothing at all. It's a time that laid the groundwork for everything that would follow, and it's a time that’s hard to believe so many of us survived.
We rejoiced, those of us who’d already spent years enslaved to the drop zone system. We suddenly, like overnight, realized our rigs and experience could be applied elsewhere. It’s a true awakening, when we found sport parachuting at the local DZ merely a detour to our true calling. That calling, that thing that made us all go to the DZ in the first place, was our innate desire to be free and to be able to fly. Oh, I can’t begin to tell you how the fact we didn’t need anyone’s permission, or support, changed everything. It now became possible for one person, with one rig, to change the world and how we’d look at that world forevermore . . .
In that vein, I’d love to organize an “old school way” at Bridge Day.
You know who you are, email me at base194@aol.com
Nick D
BASE 194