I believe I can fly

“http://bobandsylvia.com/WINGSUIT.htm

i watched the entire video with my jaw on the floor. if this is not a hoax, this is A-MAZ-ING”

“The weird thing is the thing that freaked me out the most was when he was sitting on the ledge.”

“KEWL!”

“That is awesome! If I tried that I would probably head dive right into the ground.”

“Dang ! More gear to buy.”

“Wow, that was cool. I'd have to check my pants afterwards.”

“amazing but i am not sure i would call it flying. it's basically controlled falling.”

“oh shut UP”

“COOL..but then again they are european...what do they have to live for (LOL)J/K)


http://www.ebaumsworld.com/video/watch/218190/”

“If a squirrel can glide , so can you.”

“What a cool video. Someone was doin that on the Today Show the other day. Of course that fella was sailin over FLA. No mountains.”

“flatulence”

“amazing but i am not sure i would call it flying. it's basically controlled falling.


Wasn't there a line in a movie (Peter Pan? Hook? Was it in the book?), where Peter Pan explains to the kids that flying is just throwing yourself at the ground and missing?”

“i've heard that line but i dont think its peter pan. i could be wrong”

“The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy has this to say on the subject of flying:


There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying.
The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
Pick a nice day, it suggests, and try it.
The first part is easy.
All it requires is simply the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight, and willingness not to mind that it's going to hurt.
That is, it's going to hurt if you fail to miss the ground.
Most people fail to miss the ground, and if they are really trying properly, the likelihood is that they will fail to miss it fairly hard.
Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties.
One problem is that you have to miss the ground accidentally. It's no good deliberately intending to miss the ground because you won't. You have to have your attention suddenly distracted by something else when you're halfway there, so that you are no longer thinking about falling, or about the ground, or about how much it's going to hurt if you fail to miss it.
It is notoriously difficult to prise your attention away from these three things during the split second you have at your disposal. Hence most people's failure, and their eventual disillusionment with this exhilarating and spectacular sport.
If, however, you are lucky enough to have your attention momentarily distracted at the crucial moment by, say, a gorgeous pair of legs (tentacles, pseudopodia, according to phyllum and/or personal inclination) or a bomb going off in your vicinity, or by suddenly spotting an extremely rare species of beetle crawling along a nearby twig, then in your astonishment you will miss the ground completely and remain bobbing just a few inches above it in what might seem to be a slightly foolish manner.
This is a moment for superb and delicate concentration.
Bob and float, float and bob.
Ignore all considerations of your own weight and simply let yourself waft higher.
Do not listen to what anybody says to you at this point because they are unlikely to say anything helpful.
They are most likely to say something along the lines of, 'Good God, you can't possibly be flying!'
It is vitally important not to believe them or they will suddenly be right.
Waft higher and higher.
Try a few swoops, gentle ones at first, then drift above the treetops breathing regularly.
DO NOT WAVE AT ANYBODY.
When you have done this a few times you will find the moment of distraction rapidly becomes easier and easier to achieve.
You will then learn all sorts of things about how to control your flight, your speed, your manoeuvrability, and the trick usually lies in not thinking too hard about whatever you want to do, but just allowing it to happen as if it was going to anyway.
You will also learn about how to land properly, which is something you will almost certainly cock up, and cock up badly, on your first attempt.
There are private flying clubs you can join which help you achieve the all-important moment of distraction. They hire people with surprising bodies or opinions to leap out from behind bushes and exhibit and/or explain them at the critical moments. Few genuine hitch-hikers will be able to afford to join these clubs, but some may be able to get temporary employment at them.

— Douglas Adams, 'The Hitch-Hikers Guide To The Galaxy,'”

“Very cool! I bet the people in the cars were a little shocked to see people flying over the road as they drove by! LOL”

“probably thought they were really big birds”

“Peter Pan, Hitch-hiker's Guide... What's the difference?”

“dont feel bad. i had to google it. i had no idea”

“Wow.”

“Those guys are going 200 mph. That is the SURE way to be a pancake in a hurry.

But it does look fun.”

“Hitch Hiker's, book and TV series are my daughter's favourites.

If you get a chance, rent the documentary, 20 Seconds of Joy and you will see the darker side of adrenaline addiction. It's about a young Norwegian woman base jumper and the effect of her life and its consequences on her loved ones.

It played at the Montreal version of the Best of Banff. I don't believe in censorship; I think you should be able to rent/see it, but I would classify it as mountain porn along with the free solo climbing of Scott Patterson, also in the festival.

I question the appropriateness of this in a festival.”

“Cool. Thanks for the tips, Gremlin.

I assume they both end in cratering.”

“Yeah, you develop a rapport with the chick (of course) while knowing you're going to watch her buy it. What finally saved her life is that it happened at a sanctionned event with a team of EMT's. It was pretty, pretty I don't know what when you realise the camera on her head is showing the ground approach at a different velocity than the other ones.

Suddenly people are runing up and a guy reaches out to cover the camera.

And that's not the end of the doc.”

“There was a video on utube for a while of some German basejumpers on a bridge. Point of view camera, chute tangles, spinning around and then thump. You hear groaning, see the guy staggering around and see lots of blood dropping on the ground as he staggers around. They showed a pic of him afterwards in the hospital, double arm casts and all black and blue. Lucky mutha. Sounds like she had similar "luck."”

“hoax”

“That dude is, like, so rad and hard core man. I can only hope to achieve is level of dudeness...”

“Rosey, the chick was a lot worse and the story's still not over. Word is she can sit-ski a little now.

The X-ray of the titanium ladder that replaces her right femur is impressive.”