Night time was flight time with the SpecTac team who worked the rolls and tumbles and detailed blast moves with driving regularity until they were mastered.
It was not a fly for fun type of flying. It was a do the same boring thing over and over and over until it became an instinctual movement and the body took over in that familiar wu wei do-without-doing manner.
The SpecTac men treated air riding the same way they treated their combat training and military martial arts training. It was a process they had to grind through.
For Erick, although this method allowed him to improve quickly, it was also boring as snot. It was then that he decided to practice more on his own, to try to do things that were more fun for him.
Erick was up in the higher reaches trying to hop gusts of wind when Corwin joined him from behind.
Whistle, whistle, hoot hoot, yodel. (How are you?)
Corwin called out in his surf-speak yodeling mode.
