{"id":10856,"date":"2007-06-25T18:16:44","date_gmt":"2007-06-25T23:16:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.samhilliard.com\/wordpress\/2007\/06\/25\/nyc-never-looked-so-good\/"},"modified":"2007-06-26T07:55:21","modified_gmt":"2007-06-26T12:55:21","slug":"nyc-never-looked-so-good","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.samhilliard.com\/wordpress\/2007\/06\/25\/nyc-never-looked-so-good\/","title":{"rendered":"NYC never looked so good"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The jumpmaster unlatches the lock and opens the bay door of the Cessna 182. Wind roars through the cabin like a hurricane. Outside, the prop hums like a low pitched buzzer, relentless. There&#8217;s two inches of air between us and 10,500 foot descent. It&#8217;s the sort of day jumpers dream of: an unlimited ceiling, moderate to light winds, and a crystal clear view spanning more than thirty miles in every direction. The only speck of white below are breakers gnashing into the Jersey shore.<\/p>\n<p>I pull my goggles over my helmet, covering my glasses securely.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s time.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Are you ready to sky dive?&#8221; That&#8217;s the question the jump master bellows.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes, sir!&#8221; I boom back. With twenty-two years teaching Army Rangers, Spec Ops and other airborne units how to jump, firing back with anything less than an equal intensity will mean push ups after the debriefing. I hate push-ups.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Then let&#8217;s sky dive!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The railing over the wheel of a 182 is wide, yet stout, and maintaining balance is easier than I expect, even into 120 mph winds. I point my toe towards the wing tip. Over my left shoulder comes the all clear from the jump master.<\/p>\n<p>We break away from the plane and barrel heads down through nothingness.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Arch, arch, arch, breathe!&#8221; I yell. Instinctively following the vocal prompts, my body thrusts out at the hips, resembling a banana from the side.<\/p>\n<p>Three seconds later, I&#8217;m stable and dropping 1000 feet every 5.5 seconds.<\/p>\n<p>I have thirty seconds to live the rest of my life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The jumpmaster unlatches the lock and opens the bay door of the Cessna 182. Wind roars through the cabin like a hurricane. Outside, the prop hums like a low pitched buzzer, relentless. There&#8217;s two inches of air between us and 10,500 foot descent. It&#8217;s the sort of day jumpers dream of: an unlimited ceiling, moderate [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[25],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10856","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-skydiving"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.samhilliard.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10856","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.samhilliard.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.samhilliard.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.samhilliard.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.samhilliard.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10856"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.samhilliard.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10856\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.samhilliard.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10856"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.samhilliard.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10856"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.samhilliard.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10856"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}