My first job was an usher at a movie theater and one unforgettable movie was “Vanishing Point” – released March 1971. Little did I know a decade later I would hang gliding above those same roads in the open desert and hanging out in the some of the same towns the movie was filmed in and at some point driving on those same roads.
The movie depicts the spirit of the country at the prelude of the Hang Gliding movement of the 1970s.
Strangely there is a similarity between the message of the movie in the path of life and being free from the confines of society and the freedom of Hang Gliding in exploring the wide open expanse of the desert skies.
Perhaps it is not so strange that those paths converged.
And perhaps even stranger the movie depicts a lone soul of Polish descent, Kowalski, against the world in his quest of freedom and the truth. The similarities are uncanny. The last Great American Hero.