||[Jun. 10th, 2007|06:48 pm]
Earth, sky, earth, sky, over and over and over again...|
Done it before, no doubt I'll do it again.
On this occasion, departure from my bike started at the very top of a hill - Devil's Dyke to be precise - and for once the reason I'm bouncing down a hillside more than 10 feet in the air is because I sort-of planned it that way.
Ok, it wasn't so much of a plan as an impetuous "Since we've pulled out a good 5 minute lead on the rest of the bunch, how about we kill some time by throwing ourselves off the South Downs?"
So we did.
Inside one of those big plastic human-sized hamster balls.
The first few revolutions down the hill weren't that intense - I'd only rate them somewhere around the "oh f*** we're gonna die!" level. But then the speed got up to a sensible level and the world outside began to rotate at an exceedingly satisfactory rate.
Yes, thundering down a hill strapped inside a 10-foot diameter plastic sphere with no brakes and no steering could easily be described as "extreme" by marketing droids. Nothing that couldn't be handled by a bit of girly screaming though.
Then we hit the launch ramp.
The floating through the air part wasn't so bad - sort of like being inside the spinning bomb during that slow, lazy arc you see the bombs doing in the Dambusters movie. As with the bombs though, the landing was fairly intense.
As was the next one...and the next one...and the one after that...(and so on, especially when things went sideways)...
The one I remember most was when the laws of chance, rapid rotation and gravity conspired to create a bounce that led to the sort of head-down-hello-planet-earth kind of moment that makes you think, well, looks like that the final lights-out-forever event is just a fraction of a second away. As it turned out (one time-stretched moment of terror later), it was merely hard enough to pop a harness strap open (me bad, skipped the safety briefing) but, well, a death grip is a death grip and all I think my "This is not good!" scream did was wake fellow-passenger Tony up.
Hundreds of feet down the hillside, the sky blue/earth green high-speed mix finally resolved back into distinct entities; I crawled out first and looked up (f***, that's actually quite a big hill we've just paid to be thrown off).
So we got a lift back to the top, collected our bikes and went down the pub.
Zorb video (YouTube)
I have long suspected that you're nuts.
Just letting you know, I'm not using the lucifein
acconut for now, if ever again. I'll add you to the new one and hope you add me in return. *snoggage* and missing you.
I was thinking of doing that... How much does it cost? I`m intrigued.
We paid £45 for two (can't go solo because the insanity requires balanced masses) - there may be special offers though, we hadn't prebooked or anything (just riding along...)