Originally posted by slimm50
LOL, is that all. Piece o' cake!:rolleyes: I'd be skeered sh*#less. When I was very young I dreamed of parachuting because my dad did it in the army, and I wanted to be like him. Right? Well, one day when I was old enough, and out on my own, and long after I'd forgotten about this idea, the subject of sky-diving came up in conversation. A friend said "hey, why don't you talk to so-and-so? I bet he'll take you up and show you what it's all about." Well, let me tell you, when the possibility that my dream could very soon become reality, I knew, in the very core of my being, that I did not want to do this thing. I gave up the dream of jumping out of a perfectly good airplane, and I haven't looked back since.
Well you're missing quite something. I begun in mid July this year, and now I wish I hadn't postponed that for so long.
With today's technology (modern harness and container, fabrics, lines and AADs), I don't think that skydiving is more dangerous than driving a sportbike on the road. To be honest there is quite a debate around the risks involved, some say that it is safer than riding a bycicle in traffic while others say that it is as dangerous as racing or (even more). The point is that it all comes down on your way to approach the sport: if you're aggressive and always try to push the limits (flying high performance, highly wingloaded canopies, performing hook turns and swoops on landing...), you have bigger chance to get hurt or worse than if you take a conservative (some will say boring) approach.
Me? I'm the boring type. Yet, it's the funniest thing I've ever done.
