Still no reserve bag so I decide to use my old harness which still has a reserve in. The handle won’t fit my regular harness so there is no chance of a reserve swap but I flew with this harness the first couple of years so why not. It’s an older and much more basic harness with no stirrup that doesn’t have snug comfy feel of my regular harness, is not as easy to get in the seat of and makes me remember why I changed in the first place. It feels very alien, like everything is gonna fall out my pockets and flying accro I am all over the place in it. I pull myself together after an hour or so but the helis are still not consistent enough for my liking. This harness makes me sit more upright which is better for helis as the risers are less inclined to twist but it dosent help much. I decide to loop it up for a while and call it a day. It’s amazing how much a harness change can make a difference.
That night Jose, Izekiel and I go to the next town to a bar and get roaring drunk with some locals who foolishly agree to agree to act as ballast for my tandem next week. They are stoked at the prospect of a free flight and I don’t have the heart to tell them I’ve only flown it twice before and just want the practice. What they don’t know can’t hurt them. Oh no, that’s right. It can. Suckers.
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