I
used to like to go fast, really fast. My personal “best feel of
speed” came from flying inverted at somewhere around 150 mph, just
a few feet off the ground. (Not sure how few, more than 10, less than
20.) I once did mac 1.5 inverted, just feet above the ground. But that was in an FA-18 sim so, though the sensation of speed was pretty real, it doesn't really count as moving at the speed of heat. (I'm not a big fan of the military but I will say this, they have some of the world's coolest toys.)
A close second was 160+ on a motorcycle. Third was any speed
through a corner fast enough to get a knee down close to or on the
road, again on a motorcycle. (I wonder if anyone has done that on a
bicycle, maybe at the bottom of a steep hill?) Oddly enough, flying a
jet at 500+ mph never felt that fast. Still, once upon a time on a
flight from Little Rock to Chicago in a CRJ700 with its mach .87
cruise speed, and being pushed by a jet core of nearly 200 knots, we were
crossing the ground at better than the speed of sound. Chicago sure
came up in a hurry that day.
I
have gotten used to moving at human speeds rather than machine
speeds. In fact I've grown kind of partial to it. The fact is most of
us are not really going much of anywhere. The journey that we make
through life is one of the heart and the head, not so much the feet.
And to get anywhere important in the heart, or the head, means being
connected with the world, taking time with the people, being passed
by dolphins, and moving in concert with the weather. In the journey
that matters, the more we hurry the less distance we cover.
It is impossible to hurry on a sailboat.
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