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Not long ago, I flew for the first time. I did so in a helicopter flown over the royal gorge by a former air force guy. Miraculously, I didn’t shriek, throw up or do anything otherwise embarrassing during our admittedly wild ride, though the last couple loop-de-loops made me a bit woozy. I feel compelled to say that I also got more than a bit nervous when we narrowly missed scraping a peak in the first few minutes.

Still, no hysterics, no air sickness bags, no need to change clothes, afterwards. All in all, not bad for someone who hates and fears heights, under normal circumstances.
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