This weekend is earmarked for the Basic Safety Rider’s Course. Upon completion, I will be licensed to ride Bonnie anywhere I like. I predict this will happen often, as I have no shame. Oh yeah, this is Bonnie:

In case the week couldn’t end on a stronger crescendo, a handwritten note requesting The Last Track arrived via post on Thursday. Besides the personal touch, it marked another first because they asked for an author bio and my short term writing goals. Never has anyone asked me that, and it felt pretty good, though it also meant writing something coherent quickly and on demand. I opted for humor over pomp.
Even more interesting, while the agent publicly and explicitly discourages electronic solicitations, they asked for me to send all materials to them via email.

Another step closer, I march.

Boy, times must be rougher than I thought.

Photo courtesy Spike’s new Blackjack.

There are thousands of altimeters in use by skydivers world wide, but this minty new one is mine:

Ah, my very own circle of awareness. Though it looks cool at first glance, in air it’s even better, because a light absorbent material on the face provides enough illumination for night jumps.

For those playing at home, students must pull by 5500 feet. Jumping from 10,000 feet, that’s about 25 seconds of freefall.

This tidbit is near to my heart.

After the sixth rejection in four days, a new idea for approaching agents about The Last Track hit me. Something indirect. Something different. Something a bit clever and hopefully amusing.

I’ll post more about this very soon.