The definition of daredevil as provided by Webster’s is “recklessly and often ostentatiously daring”. I like that definition. It appeals to the bad-ass side of Life In Pleasantville, wherein I make popcorn for dinner and drink Sangria all night. I am nothing, if not, reckless and ostentatious. Truth be told, I’m really quite reserved but I have figured out how to be a daredevil. You need to think like a travel writer.
More than anything I love how travel writing has opened me up to experiences I would normally not have tried.. Jump into a jet boat and head into class 5 rapids, called *ahem* the Devil’s Hole? Sure, why not. Get the wits scared out of me? Of course, I’m in. Get dropped 300 ft from the sky in a slingshot? Ummm, are you freaking kidding me? Do I look crazy?
And yet here I was on a recent trip with Experience Kissimmee and Global Resort Homes and I was looking down the barrel of certain doom with my girlfriends and fellow bloggers, Nadia and Jen. Maybe our hosts thought we were the daredevil type. After all, we had just ziplined over alligators and crocodiles at Gatorland. Not exactly an activity for the faint of heart, but still, looking up at the Sky Coaster that was set to drop us 300 feet from the sky, my breath caught in my chest. To be fair, I didn’t really see that listed in our itinerary. I even double checked after the fact and yup, absolutely no mention of free falling from stomach flipping heights. Maybe the girls from Experience Kissimmee know what I now know…..that if you think about it too long, you won’t do it.
I asked just one question of the director at Fun Spot USA, before we were strapped in. The only one that mattered really. How many daredevil tourists had they lost on this ride? Not one was my answer. Despite the reassuring response, it was cold comfort as we were being hoisted up into the air by the steel cable.
This is how it came to be that I was strapped beside two good friends, arm in arm, being pulled 300 feet into the sky. Cue the intense bonding. What gets said in the air, stays in air, so I won’t share the nitty gritty but let’s just say it was emotional and had a lot of ‘f” words thrown about like fabulous, fun and f…..well, you get the picture.
I can not lie, the first twenty minutes of free falling was the worst. I kid, it was probably 3 seconds but it felt like forever, at least until the cable caught up and gave us a little tug tight. As soon as I felt the catch, the Sky Coaster was 100% pure awesome. Despite the fact that I’m screaming non-stop in the video, I’m actually having the time of my life. Really.
I’m pretty sure that had I had more than five minutes to think about riding on the Sky Coaster that day I would have chickened out.
So now I know how to be a daredevil and I’m going to treat all my travel like I’m working. I’m pretty sure that leaping before I think is the best thing I’ll ever do.