Jet ride yesterday

Well, Casey went on his Russian Fighter Jet ride yesterday - and it made him sick for the rest of the day. The ride was purchased about a year ago, while Casey was tipsy at a charity auction and the Lester was too tipsy to tell him to stop bidding, and since the offer expired next week, he thought he should give it a shot (read: He knew he was going to be sick as a dog, and may even vomit in the guy's Russian jet (There are only 200 of them in private ownership, one is in SLC) so he put if off as long as he could.)

There is no way to accurately describe the feeling of G forces on the human body. Imagine being sucked into a black hole where even your nose is exerting almost unbearable pressure, then maintain that for a full minute. The most I felt was +4 (When I had "the stick" and was flying the sucker - it was all I could do to keep holding onto the stick! My arm that normally weighs about 16 pounds weighed 64 pounds.) - the plane is capable of +8 g's (so my arm woud have weighed 128 pounds - I couldn't have held on to the stick for the necessary time if that were the case). I suppose that over time the body would get used to the way fighter planes feel. And I can say that a full 24 hours afterward I am feeling quite fine, and wish I could go up again and do some more. Lester also wishes she could partake, but I guess we'll have to wait until we get liquored up again at a charity auction - oh, also having money again would also be required. Next week is Oregon - stay tuned!