Showing posts with label mountain curves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mountain curves. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Top Gear, Audi VS Mountain climbers

They call everybody "Douche."



That speed climbing is impressive, I must say. 

We too have mountains. 

Proper mountains. But the city is near the foothills. My parents house is tucked into the foothills. Those are like bumps. Lookout mountain is such a bump. Zion mountain on some maps, it overshadows Golden Colorado dominated by Coors factory. 

Colorado School of Mines nearby installed a letter M made out of painted rocks that serves as landmark. There are towers at the top. It is not that high, but driving down the road scared the piss out a friend from Louisiana, a large man, he screamed like a girl in the car certain we were meant to die. It wasn't funny.

Several videos to choose from, cars going down, motorcycles going up, every curve is familiar, here is a bicyclist with a GoPro riding down lookout mountain. A foothill. I drove this road at least a hundred times. 



Okay, fine, twenty-five times. There is a launch site near the white stone M. During the summer the whole valley of Golden warms up and creates thermals, bubbles of warm air that rise up, bubbling like boiling water except atmosphere and not water, the prevailing breeze tends to move the air bubbles toward the slopes where they crowd, shove together and the shape of the mountain funnels the thermals up a channel in the terrain,  a steady stream of warm air flows upward until the stream reaches  the height of the peak behind where it meets another prevailing wind sheering across the mountain range flowing in the opposite direction, this at just the right time of day on just the right days, there are many of them but not reliably so. Hang gliding in Colorado involves a lot of waiting.


The red dots are where we park cars, the tiny red dots are a trail to the launch site. It is very steep. You can see the road is cut into the mountain, that creates a wall that must be scaled, with the glider rolled up in its sleeve balanced on your shoulder you attempt to hike up crabbing sideways or with the glider aiming up the slope as you climb. It is difficult. You must be athletic. You must be strong. Assembled at the launch site, when ready you can take only one step, one step into the void but you must act as if you can run so your legs spin comically as if peddling an invisible bicycle. But you must try to run. Were the step to fail, there is no jogging down the slope, no, it is too steep for that. You will crash head first and it will be ugly. But that never happens. Because of the thermals instead of down or straight outward, instead of a sleigh ride down, you go straight up. Like a flying monkey. It is amazing.

But this guy is not launching from the site described. He did not hike up to the launching site that catches the thermals, he is not waiting for thermals. He waits for a breeze and that is not what that launch site is about. He is on the side on a more gentle slope. He does have a chance to take a few steps in the direction of Golden, not to the side of Golden as the above more hazardous but more glorious launch site does.

Plus he has training wheels on his glider. That's like a dinosaur.