Love me a Malibu

Up until the time I learned to hang glide, I used to dream of flying.  I would put my arms out and float above the yard and then over the house until I got so high I would start to get scared and come down again.  It was always effortless. Every time I get into a Malibu it feels just like this....as if there is no wing connected to me at all and I'm back in my dreams where flying is the most comfortable, natural thing in the world.