There’s not much to say here, other than take the time to get through the opening ad. This wingsuit shit really intrigues me. I’m too much of a wimp to do it, and I wouldn’t do it because I’m here to raise my girls, but man—you can fly! Unless you miscalculate and hit a rock! This is a visual treat, even though it’s a down moment for Jeff Corliss, as he crashes into Table Mountain. Check it. And we think we’re bad because we wear trucker hats, sleep in the dirt, drink PBR and smoke Backwoods. Let me know what you think.
I’m torn. On the one hand, pushing the limits of human ability is cool and I’m totally sympathetic to the drive for the adrenaline rush. On the other, it’s absolutely narcissistic with a disregard for wasting emergency resources, health care, endangering other people’s lives, etc. Regardless, the visual is mind-blowing and when he clips that rock, well, holy shit….
As a parent this scared the heck out of me. It seems like a waste because sooner or later this guy is going to die doing this. Yes, his acts could put others in jeopardy and it is a tax on public resources. But, the people who are there to save him make a conscious decision to do so. You could debate this forever. I just know this: there are few things I’ve ever seen that make me look and say wow. When my kids ask what animal I would be other than a human I say a bird because I’d love to fly over and between landscape, and that is what Corliss is doing. Wow factor, big time. Thanks for the comment.
I’ve had consistent flying dreams since I was little. I fly low, skimming the ground, the super-power coming from the center of my chest…and it feels so real. I ask people often if they have flying dreams. And if they do, their eyes light up and they nod. I ask them, “Do you fly high or low?” They always, emphatically, fly one or the other. I’m sure Freud and Jung had something to say about it. I just know I love those dreams. And I love that this dude flies low. I wonder what his dreams are like. Maybe about swimming. Thanks for sharing, Greg.
Cool. I don’t dream about flying. I just fall off things in my dreams and start heading down fast. Scary. I jolt awake, saying, “Wow.” I priced some of those wingsuits but I don’t think I could do it. Not with the little ones relying on me. It’s bad enough flying around in Russian helicopters and Alaska bush planes, and cruising around in jetboats or hiking through serious griz country. I think I push my luck enough.