These guys are ragged and shaggy. Maybe altered. Stereotypical 90s slackers.
I saw the paraphernalia on top of the beat-up old car, and I had to ask.
“What the hell are you guys doing?”
“Man, we’re just trying to get in the air. We need a ride up there…”
Pointing again.
“… so we can jump off with our gliders and land over there in that flat spot. Today is the perfect flying day. It’ll only take 15 minutes of your time.”
Gliders! Flying!
I wonder if they know Dave.
“Hey, you guys don’t by any chance know a guy named Dave, do you? I was trying to hook up with him to…”
“Yeah, man! That’s me!”
Boom.
“You’re Dave? Dude, I’ve been trying to reach you for like a week! We were supposed to hook up so you could take me for a ride.”
“Oh, sorry, man. The conditions on the Big Island were stupid. I had to get over there for a few days.”
I just kinda blinked at him. I was floored by the fact that I was standing in front of Dave, in the flesh. Given what I had gone through to try to meet with him, this was just nuts. With today’s technology, sure, no big deal, but in the mid-90s? This was a true coincidence (or divine intervention).
He was crazy. This situation was crazy.
And then I had a crazy idea.
