PYEONGCHANG, SOUTH KOREA – Kevin Bickner seems like a polite, mature, smart 21-year-old from the Midwest. Except he's nuts. Like certifiably crazy.
And he doesn't dispute that opinion.
"You have to have something loose up here," he said, pointing to his noggin, "to find that enjoyable."
That being ski jumping. And he's right. Ski jumpers must have a screw loose to do what they do: Travel at speeds of 50-plus miles per hour down a steep hill and then launch themselves like a DC-9 at takeoff with no guarantees of a Sully Sullenberger landing.
Want to find the bravest athletes at the Olympics? Easy choice. Stand at the bottom of the ski jump and watch them soar through the sky.
"It's basically as close as you can get to flying," U.S. jumper Michael Glasder said.
Without wings. Or a parachute. Earlier this week, I watched 90 minutes of practice jumps near the landing spot and kept thinking to myself, I wouldn't try that for all the money in Bill Gates' checking account.
"If you get scared going off of it," Glasder said, "it's probably not the right sport for you."