As promised, I will write about my first jumping out of perfectly good airplane experience.
I'm still waiting for the professionally done photos of me in the air, but I couldn't wait any longer to write this or else I'd forget and not do it at all. When we get them I'll be sure to have a good one(s) up on here somewhere.
So anyway, we drive up and and me and one friend end up there a bit earlier than the others. We go in the lodge and find all of the skydive instructors drinking, which is great. So we drank with our skydiving instructors. It was awesome. The best thing, however, was the addition of a skydiving and very alcoholic dog called Mindy. She apparently jumps out of airplanes too and the funniest thing was how she loved beer. We squished a beer can to make a little bowl for her and she would go around begging for beer then drinking it. Here's video proof that this awesome dog exists. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7w4t9iArc7U
So anyway the next morning (with a bit of a headache on my part) we got breakfast then had about 4 or 5 hours f practical instruction and learned everything that could possibly go wrong while hurtling through the air (eek). After passing the written test we were suited up and after realizing the reality of what I was about to do this look became frozen onto my face.
Then we were taken to this small single engine plane and off we went ( or ripped down the runway) in this incredibly fast little plane. After a while of circling my friend Sean was beckoned towards the door and off he went. Next it was my turn. I went towards the door and the jumpmaster made sure everything was ok ( good idea to do folks when jumping from planes) and then I crawled out and grabbed onto the wing. Nothing my friends is crazier then hanging from the wing of a fucking very fast moving airplane. After the count I was off, spinning through the air through this crazy mist I assumed was a cloud. After a while I saw the ground and the chute came out. Everything was working perfectly, thank god, allah, whoever. So I didn't have to do any emergency procedures.
After about 4 more minutes of screaming random things because it was so fun and plotting my landing pattern I descended and managed to land right on my ass, parachute in tow.
So I passed my sport jumping course and am now on the way to higher and more crazier things. If I survive them, I will write about them here haha. Also, once you try skydiving, nothing in the world will scare you ever again, I'm serious.
Here's some pics for your eyes to gaze at.
A few of the suicidal plane jumpers. ( Me in the middle)
Getting ready to get on the plane. ( Notice the suits are a little tight and mine is riding up haha)
Finally see that little speck up there?
Like I said before when the good pictures become available I'll post them somewhere. And oh yeah. TRY IT.
It has been a lonnnng time since I've written one of these.
Basically this Wednesday I'm adding to my resume of extreme sports....I'm going SKYDIVING finally!! I'm pretty excited, and the prospect of jumping out of a plane and hurtling towards the ground does not faze me at all, after everything else I've done. I'm pretty excited about this, and if I live through it I'll be sure to post pics and a story of how it went.
Needless to say there were quite a few drunk people around my house and area.
We decided...; "Let's ahave a ski-doo party!!11"
Ladies and gents.......here is why skidoos and drunkenness do not mix.
The ski doo races started off quite normally, with a few people flying off and landing in snow drifts whereas their skidoos continue on. We decided.....; "Let's pull people behind the skidoos!"
We rigged up an old baby mattress to be pulled behind the fastest ski doo we had there. This my friends, is the source of most of my injuries. Many people would slide off, unable to notice there was a tree or fencepost in the way of where they were going.
"What the hell is that doing here?!?!? Drinking makes us invincable, does it not?"
I suceeded on flying over my fireind zachs' head and landning facefirst in a dirty ass snow drift. Later, when I donned a helmet, it would fill up with snow to the point where I couldn't see and yes, a damn tree got in my way.
Stage two: Lost in the whiteout
By about 11 pm there was zero visability in the area:
"Let's go for an adventure and see if we can come back!!111duh"
Needless to say, about one half made it back, one quarter went to wrong houses, and the other quarter ran out of gas.
The "rescue" parties became more lost then everyone else, especially with such a winner as I a the helm, guiding the lost sleds to the nearby city instead of the house. Amazing how city lights can resemble Christmas lights at -12 beer or less below.
I was lost by myself for 2 hours. My feet were frozen. My friend Naithan found me but took me to a barn instead of my house. I ran out of gas. He had to syphon some from his. He swallowed a tiny bit and got sick. His girlfriend puked inside her helmet on the way towards us and got stuck in a snowbank.
May I say not her helmet, but mine that she had borrowed.
When we all had adventured back to the starting point we decided to stick together for a while. Mostly; because we were all out of gas. No, do not try and run alcohol through your sleds.
That's only 2 of 500 things that happened, from fun to weird. Too bad is you weren't there to know. And if I could remember most I'd tell certain people.
Country parties beat city parties; that's the moral of the story.
Just wishing a merry Xmas and awesome holidays to you all! T'is the time for drinking a little too much and eating even more. Spend your holidays well.
I can't make anyone stop, I know that. This is prolly just another time you'll see the message plastered all over. But seriuosly, there is a reason you see it plastered all over. I just lost a friend last night because she got into a car with a drunk driver asshole and rolled.
I'm not trying to change the world, I just don't want you or your family and friends feeling the same way I do at the moment.
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