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still playing. Sara let
out a huge rebel yell as we passed overhead and then I started to
slow us down, banking back to land near them.
    When our feet were back on Terra Firma, Sara
briefly raised an arm high in victory before leaping toward me and
giving me a tremendous tackle hug.
    “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she said
enthusiastically. “That return flight was both scary and wonderful
at the same time, and I can’t wait to do that again.”
    “That was exhilarating,” I replied. “We’ll
have to do it again soon.”
    “Anytime, but next time please warn me before
you crank up the speed like that. I almost peed in my pants!”
    I rejoined the boys, giving Mark a quick hug
and kiss for a greeting. Sara went inside, presumably to take care
of what she almost did in her pants.
    “That was pretty cool,” said Carl. “I wonder
how fast you were going.”
    I shook my head, saying “I’m not sure, but it
felt kind of like sticking your head out of the car window while
driving down the highway.”
    “That sounds like maybe fifty or sixty then.
I wonder if we could get a radar gun and clock your max speed.”
    “I could probably borrow one for a few days.
I have several friends in law enforcement,” Sid replied.
    “Nice,” Carl nodded, “I wonder what other
empirical measurements we can take.”
    They immediately started arguing amongst
themselves on what they wanted to measure and how to go about it,
so I left them to it and headed up to the house for a fresh bottle
of water. Turning the corner into the house, I was almost run over
by Sara in her rush to rejoin the gang and tell them about her
adventure. Amused, I shook my head over the way she was behaving.
She was just like a little kid getting a new toy, or getting off of
her first ride at Disneyland.

Chapter 10

    Mark: Practical Practice

    I concentrated on the golf ball. It was
harder than I thought, since from the moment that the club made
contact and sped it away, I had to mentally ‘follow’ it and
reacquire the feel before I could gain control. There it was.
Wrapping my mind around it, I waited until it was near the top of
its arc and then gave it an extra little boost.
    “Woot!” cried Carl, as his shot landed at
around three hundred yards. “I sure got ahold of that one.”
    “Well, WE got ahold of that one” I
corrected.
    “Whatever. Bring it back for another shot,
this is fun.”
    Complying with his request, I silently agreed
that it was fun. Happy Gilmore, eat your heart out. After thirty
minutes or so, Linda stood up and said for us to have fun; they
were going to take off. The words were barely out of her mouth when
she started flying up toward her stream trail, Sara flying beside
her. I watched them go until they rounded the first bend of the
trail and then turned my attention back to our tests.
    “You seem to have Carl’s golf idea down, but
what else can you do with it?” Sid queried.
    “What did you have in mind?”
    “Can you turn it, stop it, or deflect it?
Think defensive.” He urged.
    “Well,” I started, organizing my thoughts.
“Turning and deflecting is part of what I’ve been doing in addition
to the distance boost. Carl sucks too much to have had that many straight drives here.”
    “Hey!” Carl exclaimed, offended.
    Laughing, I continued. “Stopping or blocking
shouldn’t be too different. Let’s give it a try. Tee it up,
duffer.”
    Throwing me a dirty look and a rude gesture,
Carl complied. Once I acquired contact with his shot, it wasn’t
really any different to stop it or turn it down to the ground than
it was to boost it. Only the vectors changed. Blocking would be a
bit different though.
    “Ok, think,” I said to myself. “If you can
lift something, then you’re exerting force on it. Theoretically,
that same force could be applied without the object there. If
that’s the case, then anything that hit the ‘force pocket’ would
then come under effect of the field and thereby be affected.