Something dangerous you would like to do
11-17-25
In the late 70’s, there was an article in the Capitol Times about people with a ‘T’
personality. My friend, Rachael Sigfried, told me about it and said that I was the
first person she thought of when she read it. (T = Thrill Seeker) That was because
I was riding my motorcycle to work and out to the drop zone to skydive.
Actually, that designation does not really fit me. People with a ‘T’ personality are
usually adrenaline junkies, loving that high you get when doing something fast
and risky. That is definitely not me. I don’t enjoy that systemic rush. For years
after I stopped jumping I’d get an unwanted jolt of adrenaline whenever I heard a
small plane slowly traversing the sky overhead. Not a feeling I enjoyed. That is
possibly why I stepped away from it in the first place.
Of course I was still downhill skiing then. Some people think of that as pushing the
safety bubble. I finally gave up the pleasure during the pandemic. Here again, I
was not a speedster. I was a solid, but not a flashy skier. I enjoyed my role on the
ski patrol, but was definitely not someone on the race course.
At this point, all of those adventures are in the rearview mirror. The question
however remains - Is there anything risky you would still like to do? Not
much...except using an electric scooter or possibly learning to ride a horse. The
scooter may be out. My balance is not great at this age and I might break
something if I fell off. But horseback riding seems a bit safer.
Somewhere along the way, my friend, Barb Wolosz, and I decided to take riding
lessons. That turned out to be a total bummer. I was excited to learn a new skill
and hang out with horses, but it turned out that the instructor was an old, cranky,
inarticulate chauvinist cowboy. He had no idea how to explain things to the
uninitiated. He would give us some unintelligible instructions, at least
unintelligible to us rank beginners. If we asked for clarification, he would just say
it louder, like people mistakenly do when someone does not speak the same
language. In this case, we did not understand horse.
I wouldn’t mind trying that again, riding some gentle, reliable horse with an
instructor who understands how to explain what to do in terms that I could
understand.
Do I think I’ll actually pursue this? I sincerely doubt it. I’m too old and too busy to
take on something that involved and that physical. I do still wish that I had had a
decent instructor way back there. I could have added riding to my supposed ‘T’
list.
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