Love those para-gliders, Jon. Hi tech and aerodynamic. Mom and Dad both got their tow-glider certs while we were in Germany. Surprisingly Mom enjoy it as much as Dad...I just got to watch and wait although went up with Dad once...amazingly quiet and inspirational in the countryside. These shots look like Germany to me?

Not to veer off STOL too much but it does relate to dancing on the edge and catching air once in a while...

I caught anyone I wanted on the Z1R, even the Sportster, but behind windshield of an El Camino? Priceless.
Wow TM51...I had the first Z1 in Marin (73') and ate Sportsters for breakfast and H2's with expansion chambers for lunch and was plus a 100lbs. Only vehicle I ever gave a male name to...A bike called - Bruce! He'd pull the front wheel off in third and pegged the speedo once. And then there was the Sunday run down the coast through Marin...till the cops got wise and one ID10T passed on the inside of the 270° coming down into Mill Valley becoming bug splatter. I tricked out a 70' Elky for a friend but no way it was more priceless than being stopped and turned around on a 1/4mile run, after a loud mouth on an H2 called me and Bruce out...he didn't even stop to admit the shame, just putted on by, never to be seen again. And...some how I resemble the cop story...too much to Koinkidink away...You been walkin in my shoes, Bud?