My first doubles dive was at Cove 2 with Uncle Pug. It was like learning how to dive all over again. I floundered around, stirring up a tremendous cloud of silt just trying to get off the bottom. When I finally found a "sweet spot" and started to feel like I could actually hold a hover, he gave me an OOA signal, and the process started all over again. ... Bob (Grateful Diver)
Ha! That was exactly what I went through! I was experimenting a little, putting my hand on my wing and shifting my body around to have a feel of how the air in the wing reacts, then proceeding to find the "right" position to stay in trim. Then the instructor signaled for me to start on the 5 drills and it was task loading galore, and being all over the place again.
No...
I am purposefully holding off until I get permission from my wife
Dude, I'm thankful for this job of mine that not only pays for my diving, but also giving me an office of my own, where I can stash my new and EXPENSIVE toys. And when the wife discovers, I'd fall back on Lamont's argument of how it's SO much safer than my old gear.