Zip car was closed. The guy finally opened the garage 20 minutes later and - near I could tell - was the single most baked human I ever encountered. But I was off to Manhattan, where most of the streets downtown seemed to be closed off for some new threat or other.
So I hit the FDR, grabbed Zoe and we were off.
We arrived, got our harnesses on, watched a cool instructional video and hit a flight simulator.
Then we were ready for the hill.
There were a few guiding principles to flying:
1. Let the glider fly without you grabbing at it too hard,
2. Keep your head up, and
3. Run down that hill full speed!
Should be easy right?
