Autobiography - The Galindo Group
Autobiography - The Galindo Group
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Ram <strong>Galindo</strong> THE MAKING OF AN AMERICAN Page 194<br />
tandem jump, a static chord jump or an accelerated free fall jump. In his self-confident<br />
and adventurous form, he suggested that we go “for the whole enchilada,” meaning a<br />
solo free fall jump. After an eight-hour class we were accepted as good candidates for<br />
the event.<br />
I have to say that looking out from the threshold of an open door at 13,000 feet above<br />
the ground without a safety barrier is close to a barfing experience. However, getting out<br />
of the plane and climbing onto a wing strut while buffeted by a 90 m.p.h. wind is plain<br />
terrifying. To be honest, the pretty lady instructor in charge of my jump had to literally<br />
push me out the door while her companion was pulling me from the outside. Secretly<br />
hoping that they would commute my self-imposed sentence, I informed them that my<br />
chute was caught up in the threshold and that in any case I needed to adjust the straps<br />
better. <strong>The</strong>y didn’t budge. <strong>The</strong>y just helped me correct both problems. As silly as it<br />
sounds, I finally found myself crawling out the door while wondering why I took the little<br />
training class.<br />
I ended up standing on the wing strut of a stripped down Cessna 172 flying more than<br />
two miles above the ground with nothing but emptiness under me. It was a situation of<br />
my own deliberate making. <strong>The</strong>re was no reason in the world why I should be doing<br />
this. As I prepared to let go, I reprimanded myself for being so stupid as to put myself in<br />
that situation and wished I could turn back. I considered doing just that, but the wind<br />
and two instructors who were now on the wing with me were blocking my re-entry path. I<br />
had no choice but to jump.<br />
My Dad’s memory overwhelmed my thoughts. He had passed away two years before<br />
and I was now asking him to receive me back in his realm. I was sure this was my<br />
return trip back to him. In a flash all the major events and loved people of my life passed<br />
through my mind. Nevertheless, my time of panic must have been instantaneous<br />
because I found myself on schedule following the pre-established sequences to start<br />
the jump. When I finally completed them and initiated the jump, I felt falling like a sack of<br />
potatoes. Instinctively I flailed my arms and knocked off the eye goggles of the very<br />
experienced and attractive young lady who was jumping with me. It seemed that the<br />
uncontrolled fall lasted an eternity, but it was only about four seconds. Finally I achieved<br />
aerodynamic velocity and was able to start the sequences for the free fall.<br />
It took me less than fifty seconds to descend to the altitude where I had to open my<br />
parachute, which was about a mile lower than my jump elevation. It was the fastest mile<br />
I had ever covered under my own power. <strong>The</strong> exhilaration of a free fall parachute jump<br />
is unequaled by anything I have ever done. One can see the world beneath as a bird<br />
sees it, with no shields of any kind. In later jumps I learned how to maneuver and<br />
perform somersaults and rolls in total freedom before I opened the parachute. My<br />
engineering training helped me understand the mechanics and my gymnastics<br />
background helped me execute as directed. Almost like being under the ocean, the<br />
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