Objective
My youngest son decided to explore space without using a "manned space vehicle." His transportation of choice - rubber bands. (He clearly takes after his Dad.)
Preparation
Finding a launch site in Oregon is easy - just look for a bridge over a deep canyon. This is actually the easiest part of the mission.
Launch
This part even included a count-down. It was 5-4-3-2-1... Ahhh "one" son. ONE SON!!! Somebody push him!
Flight
When the rocket engine finally fired, he was catapulted into.....well, "dropped" into space, and was out of sight in seconds. Totally amazing except for the blood curdling scream. Father Time handled it well, other than being unable to stop my head from shaking side-to-side when I'm awake. Hope Medicare handles it.
Perfect Form
Notice how calm and controlled my son is in the last picture. Especially note the perfect form of a man who is convinced he's going to die. What grace. What form. What composure!
Will Father Time Do This Soon?
Not on your life!
3 comments:
Your youngest son? As opposed to your oldest son?
True. Remember the "old guy" in Southern California?
Oh, right. Oops.
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