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One of my most memorable paragliding flights was a morning where I launched from Mt Blackheath, spiralled up to cloud base at 2000m and then headed out west towards Jenolan...
As I fanged it "pedal to the metal", looked out to my right wingtip to see I had company - the local wedgie was doing likewise, looking at me, looking at him, looking at me. We flew like that, tip to tip, for the best part of 20 minutes when he out climbed me at the next cloud.
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