The value of a co-pilot
The sandy roads, if you can call them roads, were riddled with tree roots and punished the MINI (and us) with each bump. Turns appeared out of nowhere, many of which I would have missed completely if it weren’t for my friend and excellent navigator, Francis Schurgot.
It was his keen eye, squinting through the rain and into the midnight darkness of the New Jersey Pine Barrens and cranberry bogs, that got us through the insane fun that is the PBX Rally back in Nov. 2004.
I learned that night that one should never underestimate the value of a co-pilot. There are times when you simply need someone else on hand to assist.
It would seem as though “billoon45” learned the same lesson as he attempted to...well, just watch and listen.
“Darnit. That’s the last thing I need now.”
“Oh great. I’m becoming trapped in the balloon. Oh I hate this.”
“Drat it. That’s why I need a spotter.”
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