This thread isn't about flying - it's about my poor "situational awareness" as a pedestrian.
And maybe, it's good for laughing.
Yesterday, I returned from the city, were I had got me a stabile box for sending a drum machine,
I had sold to Italy via Ebay. It was so big, I had to hold it in front of me, kind of embraced.
At the big crossing, near my flat, I had to stop at the crosswalk, waiting for "green".
Looking to my right, I saw two tall and very attractive ladies in slim fit jeans; legs so long,
they seemed to reach up under their armpits.
That was one of these moments, when you get "rabbit paralised" - Brain reduced work to Neandertal
level and boiled, the steam blurred my sight, my angle of view on "target lock".
I only realised, it was "green", because they walked. And so did I, to follow up.
Now, I don't know if you have ever tried to fly on "target lock"; I did and found it pretty tricky
to keep a feeling of "how am I situated in my surrounding".
You may already sense, what is to come? Yes - a painful "donnnngggg!!!" brought me straight back to
my own little grey reality: I had walked against the post of the pedestrian's traffic light.
It stands in the middle of the crossway's width, and it always stood there. But how can you put a
solid metal post in the center of a crossway, damn m***********g, b****y pylon!!!
I was lucky, as I had that box embraced. So I hit it with my left forehead - the nose wasn't damaged.
When I could see more than just stars again, the girls were gone. Only people around, giving me strange
or pityful looks.
In my mind, a picture appeared. Otto von Stachel in his grey leather coat, a huge "Pour le Merite" on his
chest, with an oil-smeared face underneath his goggles, talking to me in a low voice Hollywood German:
"Sittuashional awareness, my friend! You vere lacking sittuashional awareness! In a dogfight, ziss could
have been your end!"
But the little devil, on my left shoulder, kicked me with his elbow and gave me an un-satanic, very human grin.
"So, there's still life in there, eh, old chap?" In were ? ...
And maybe, it's good for laughing.
Yesterday, I returned from the city, were I had got me a stabile box for sending a drum machine,
I had sold to Italy via Ebay. It was so big, I had to hold it in front of me, kind of embraced.
At the big crossing, near my flat, I had to stop at the crosswalk, waiting for "green".
Looking to my right, I saw two tall and very attractive ladies in slim fit jeans; legs so long,
they seemed to reach up under their armpits.
That was one of these moments, when you get "rabbit paralised" - Brain reduced work to Neandertal
level and boiled, the steam blurred my sight, my angle of view on "target lock".
I only realised, it was "green", because they walked. And so did I, to follow up.
Now, I don't know if you have ever tried to fly on "target lock"; I did and found it pretty tricky
to keep a feeling of "how am I situated in my surrounding".
You may already sense, what is to come? Yes - a painful "donnnngggg!!!" brought me straight back to
my own little grey reality: I had walked against the post of the pedestrian's traffic light.
It stands in the middle of the crossway's width, and it always stood there. But how can you put a
solid metal post in the center of a crossway, damn m***********g, b****y pylon!!!
I was lucky, as I had that box embraced. So I hit it with my left forehead - the nose wasn't damaged.
When I could see more than just stars again, the girls were gone. Only people around, giving me strange
or pityful looks.
In my mind, a picture appeared. Otto von Stachel in his grey leather coat, a huge "Pour le Merite" on his
chest, with an oil-smeared face underneath his goggles, talking to me in a low voice Hollywood German:
"Sittuashional awareness, my friend! You vere lacking sittuashional awareness! In a dogfight, ziss could
have been your end!"
But the little devil, on my left shoulder, kicked me with his elbow and gave me an un-satanic, very human grin.
"So, there's still life in there, eh, old chap?" In were ? ...
