If I continue with this adrenaline junkie focused route for the hobby project, I want to get into the minds of these people. I don't know Felix, nor can I channel Evel Knievel, but I'm sure there are some people I know who I would consider dare devils in their own right. The people we pass on the street who plan regular excursions to go skydiving or solo rock climbing trips. Putting themselves at risk because there is a personal reward. What is that reward for each person?
I could examine their passion and see what drives them to be pushed to the limit. How do people initially decide they want to (and maybe need to) be put in dangerous situations for fun? What was the first time they felt their adrenaline pumping and knew they wanted to pursue a particular course of action and maybe even excel at it?
I'm sure I find these people fascinating because I enjoy my feet planted safely on the ground. This is not to say I won't jump out of a plane one day (I might) or to say I shy away from roller coasters (I love them!), but I don't actively and repeatedly seek out situations where there is a strong element of personal risk.
On the news this week, I saw a report about a local dare-devil in Bel Air who rode his motorcycle over a ramp in the middle of main street. This is a very small neighborhood, and the locals who were interviewed seemed glad that something exciting was happening in their town.
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