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Yves Rossy/FusionMan (Hublot) is a bad arse!
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He also have 2 parachutes, one for the wing set and one for himself.
He steel can't lend or take off with this thing.
But it's look like fun.... we all want to fly.
Scott.
He steel can't lend or take off with this thing.
But it's look like fun.... we all want to fly.
Scott.
R2D4 said:If I could get a guarantee of no failure and no death, the "Fun" part is what I would be after. :wink: If I had a bucket list I would add this to it as the last activity.
If you have a parachute on your back you are very safe, you have a main and a reserve parachutes.
In general as it come to skydiving, you have more chances to get into a accident on the way to the skydiving club then in the club it self.
and as horologie_unitas say "in a few years everybody will fly around like that." I wish it will be as soon as possible.
Scott.
Can you shoot with that wing? If not, it's useless... no?
This reminds me... when I got my jump wings (a "few" years ago ;-) ): I told my grandfather who had been among the pioneers to go from static line to delayed opening (which opened new possibilities and we now call free fall, sky diving,...) how proud I was to continue the paratrooper legacy... he said: with today's parachutes... even your grandmother could do it! The truth is, he's probably right...
So as nuts as it sounds if you've never jump... with all the chutes he has (wing and self)... I'm not sure it makes you a "bad arse"... peculiar perhaps... but not necessarily a bad A#$.
Here's a poem by Peter Griffin about the Munsan-ni Combat Jump... now They were bad a#@! Enjoy...
On Good Friday, March, 23rd , 1951,
A major Airborne assault, had begun....
145 combat cargo planes, filled the sky,
Thousands of communists, about to die....
3,300 troopers of the 187th Airborne Regimental Combat Team,
Did "hit the silk", each man, lean and mean....
Hitting the ground, their weapons readied,
Their enemy, 20,000 strong, there was a plenty....!
Behind the Paratroopers, came the heavy drops,
The 674th Field Artillery, battle ready, completed the lot.....
A first, this jump, made Airborne history,
But would "Operation Tomahawk", end in victory....?
Landing south of Munsan-ni, nine miles from North Korea,
Behind enemy lines, could they fulfill this panacea.....?
After securing the vast drop zone,
Fight, then advance, they set their tone......
For two bloody days, they kept this pitch,
Always in the open, no cover, nary a ditch....
Fight, hurry, reach Uijongbu, cut the enemy supply route,
Rain, wet ground, heavy, ,muddy, sloshing,-jump boots....
Day break, Easter Sunday, secure the hill ahead,
The cost, be much blood and dead....
In a horizontal formation, they moved out,
Crossing flat land, they suspected, a gory bout...
All of the sudden, all hell broke out,
Came swarms of enemy, "charge", in Chinese, they did shout....!
For awhile, the "Rakkasans", held their own,
Just too many bastards, how their numbers had grown.....!
Swinging and firing, "burp guns", from the hip,
Troopers falling, "slap, slap," as they were hit....!
Deadly enemy fire, slowing their advance,
"Keep moving forward", must take the chance.....!
The 187 opened up with a roar,
Killing Chinese, by the score....!
But still, troopers fell, with moans and shrieks,
Such depleted ranks, their outlook bleak....!
This bloody place, called Parun-ni,
Many a soldier, faced eternity.....
Not able to advance, nor retreat,
Suddenly artillery, boom, boom, repeat, repeat....!
The enemy dispersed and scurried away,
The 674th had saved the day....!
For a few moments, they caught their breath,
Not enough time, to eat or rest....
It rained, again, as the "Rakkasans" counter-attacked,
Avenging soldiers, they'd offer no slack.....!
The enemy dead, piled up before them,
Enemy strength, no longer a quorum.....!
Chasing the Chinese, up and over, the objective,
Now, total annihilation, the enemy, would be subjective....
To their front, loomed, another great hill,
Reaching its peak, they set up the kill.....
It's a mountain!, as they surveyed that rise,
A large land mass, met their eyes....!
With such depleted ranks, could they hold them back?
To their despair, bugles sounded a full attack....!
The entire rise, covered by charging Chinese,
Grey swarms, as far, as the eye could see....!
Wave after wave, the enemy attacked,
By sheer numbers, they'd break their backs.....!
With "Rakkasans" backs, thrown, against the wall,
Out of ammo, rifles swinging, many did fall....
Others firing their 45's, desperately, trying to stay alive,
Now facing, their annihilation, would any survive....?
Suddenly, support companies were on the scene,
Laying down murderous fire, heard the enemy scream....
Dropping their "burp guns", leaving their wounded and their dead,
Suffered much, as they fled.....
This is how Easter Sunday came to an end,
As "Rakkasans" gathered their injured and dead....
Down the hill, a priest is saying mass,
Survivors joined in, to the last....
After Service, finally, eating hot C's,
Soothing hot coffee, easing many a worry.....
But then came the order, "move it out",
Enough strength left for another bout...?
Heading back towards Munsan-ni,
Hills 519 and 322, entrenched, a hidden enemy....
As the paratroopers, scaled these mountains,
Mortars and machine guns, pounded them....
Over their heads, swish, swish, swish,
The 674th granting, yet another wish.....
The deadly mortars and guns, now silent,
The sounds of digging, becoming most evident....
At the top of these mountains, boot high snow,
By aerial observation, an entrenched enemy, clearly showed....
The paratroopers attacked, facing strong resistance,
Despite casualty, after casualty, they went the distance....
Finally, after much blood, carnage and death,
The 234th Chinese Regiment, was laid to rest....!
The surviving troopers, now realizing, they had won,
To North Korea, retreating communists, on the run....!
Catching them withdrawing, in an open ravine,
"Rakkasans" machine guns created a gory scene....
Destroying an entire army of North Korean and Chinese,
Total victory was achieved....!
Many of the "Steel Berets", had met their fate,
But quick to reach, Saint Peter's Gates....
As God welcomed these heroes inside,
You could hear him cry....
To you heroes, who did survive,
This horrific battle, just won't subside.....
But be it known, you have earned your place,
Your comrades await, your presence, inside the gates.....
The highest entity, did not forget your war,
As you know, he's been keeping score....
To his angels, he sings your praise,
In his book of the faithful, YOUR NAMES ENGRAVED.....
This reminds me... when I got my jump wings (a "few" years ago ;-) ): I told my grandfather who had been among the pioneers to go from static line to delayed opening (which opened new possibilities and we now call free fall, sky diving,...) how proud I was to continue the paratrooper legacy... he said: with today's parachutes... even your grandmother could do it! The truth is, he's probably right...
So as nuts as it sounds if you've never jump... with all the chutes he has (wing and self)... I'm not sure it makes you a "bad arse"... peculiar perhaps... but not necessarily a bad A#$.
Here's a poem by Peter Griffin about the Munsan-ni Combat Jump... now They were bad a#@! Enjoy...
On Good Friday, March, 23rd , 1951,
A major Airborne assault, had begun....
145 combat cargo planes, filled the sky,
Thousands of communists, about to die....
3,300 troopers of the 187th Airborne Regimental Combat Team,
Did "hit the silk", each man, lean and mean....
Hitting the ground, their weapons readied,
Their enemy, 20,000 strong, there was a plenty....!
Behind the Paratroopers, came the heavy drops,
The 674th Field Artillery, battle ready, completed the lot.....
A first, this jump, made Airborne history,
But would "Operation Tomahawk", end in victory....?
Landing south of Munsan-ni, nine miles from North Korea,
Behind enemy lines, could they fulfill this panacea.....?
After securing the vast drop zone,
Fight, then advance, they set their tone......
For two bloody days, they kept this pitch,
Always in the open, no cover, nary a ditch....
Fight, hurry, reach Uijongbu, cut the enemy supply route,
Rain, wet ground, heavy, ,muddy, sloshing,-jump boots....
Day break, Easter Sunday, secure the hill ahead,
The cost, be much blood and dead....
In a horizontal formation, they moved out,
Crossing flat land, they suspected, a gory bout...
All of the sudden, all hell broke out,
Came swarms of enemy, "charge", in Chinese, they did shout....!
For awhile, the "Rakkasans", held their own,
Just too many bastards, how their numbers had grown.....!
Swinging and firing, "burp guns", from the hip,
Troopers falling, "slap, slap," as they were hit....!
Deadly enemy fire, slowing their advance,
"Keep moving forward", must take the chance.....!
The 187 opened up with a roar,
Killing Chinese, by the score....!
But still, troopers fell, with moans and shrieks,
Such depleted ranks, their outlook bleak....!
This bloody place, called Parun-ni,
Many a soldier, faced eternity.....
Not able to advance, nor retreat,
Suddenly artillery, boom, boom, repeat, repeat....!
The enemy dispersed and scurried away,
The 674th had saved the day....!
For a few moments, they caught their breath,
Not enough time, to eat or rest....
It rained, again, as the "Rakkasans" counter-attacked,
Avenging soldiers, they'd offer no slack.....!
The enemy dead, piled up before them,
Enemy strength, no longer a quorum.....!
Chasing the Chinese, up and over, the objective,
Now, total annihilation, the enemy, would be subjective....
To their front, loomed, another great hill,
Reaching its peak, they set up the kill.....
It's a mountain!, as they surveyed that rise,
A large land mass, met their eyes....!
With such depleted ranks, could they hold them back?
To their despair, bugles sounded a full attack....!
The entire rise, covered by charging Chinese,
Grey swarms, as far, as the eye could see....!
Wave after wave, the enemy attacked,
By sheer numbers, they'd break their backs.....!
With "Rakkasans" backs, thrown, against the wall,
Out of ammo, rifles swinging, many did fall....
Others firing their 45's, desperately, trying to stay alive,
Now facing, their annihilation, would any survive....?
Suddenly, support companies were on the scene,
Laying down murderous fire, heard the enemy scream....
Dropping their "burp guns", leaving their wounded and their dead,
Suffered much, as they fled.....
This is how Easter Sunday came to an end,
As "Rakkasans" gathered their injured and dead....
Down the hill, a priest is saying mass,
Survivors joined in, to the last....
After Service, finally, eating hot C's,
Soothing hot coffee, easing many a worry.....
But then came the order, "move it out",
Enough strength left for another bout...?
Heading back towards Munsan-ni,
Hills 519 and 322, entrenched, a hidden enemy....
As the paratroopers, scaled these mountains,
Mortars and machine guns, pounded them....
Over their heads, swish, swish, swish,
The 674th granting, yet another wish.....
The deadly mortars and guns, now silent,
The sounds of digging, becoming most evident....
At the top of these mountains, boot high snow,
By aerial observation, an entrenched enemy, clearly showed....
The paratroopers attacked, facing strong resistance,
Despite casualty, after casualty, they went the distance....
Finally, after much blood, carnage and death,
The 234th Chinese Regiment, was laid to rest....!
The surviving troopers, now realizing, they had won,
To North Korea, retreating communists, on the run....!
Catching them withdrawing, in an open ravine,
"Rakkasans" machine guns created a gory scene....
Destroying an entire army of North Korean and Chinese,
Total victory was achieved....!
Many of the "Steel Berets", had met their fate,
But quick to reach, Saint Peter's Gates....
As God welcomed these heroes inside,
You could hear him cry....
To you heroes, who did survive,
This horrific battle, just won't subside.....
But be it known, you have earned your place,
Your comrades await, your presence, inside the gates.....
The highest entity, did not forget your war,
As you know, he's been keeping score....
To his angels, he sings your praise,
In his book of the faithful, YOUR NAMES ENGRAVED.....
This is so fanny, My father was a jamper and He told me the same thing when I got my A License.
And they bout right my grandmother jumped for her 70's birthday, she made a tandem.
I need to go and jump, the parachute is seating all alone in the corner.
Blue sky's just blue sky's....
Scott.
And they bout right my grandmother jumped for her 70's birthday, she made a tandem.
I need to go and jump, the parachute is seating all alone in the corner.
Blue sky's just blue sky's....
Scott.
BurgerFlaggen
Renowned Member
I recall seeing this guy in an online video some years back; looks like he's improved his kit quite a bit, and he's far more in control of his direction now. :lol:
I think the Hublot sponsorship is more recent than the first time I saw him, and there was no English narration nor was his website in English back then.
Good to see he's survived!
BTW, I think that ensuring survival takes much of the fun out of most recreational activities; the thrill of narrow escapes is most rewarding for me.
I think the Hublot sponsorship is more recent than the first time I saw him, and there was no English narration nor was his website in English back then.
Good to see he's survived!
BTW, I think that ensuring survival takes much of the fun out of most recreational activities; the thrill of narrow escapes is most rewarding for me.
This crazy franch guy have this wings for many years.
This is a new model, and with the new Hublot sponsorship he want and crossed the English channel....
He is the first man to do this!
And you are absolutely right, the all fun is the Adrenalin... without that we can all stay home and crochet a nice curtain...
Scott.
This is a new model, and with the new Hublot sponsorship he want and crossed the English channel....
He is the first man to do this!
And you are absolutely right, the all fun is the Adrenalin... without that we can all stay home and crochet a nice curtain...
Scott.
Man, we really need to get a replica of that jet pack. I mean, come on..... IT'S A FRIGGIN' JET PACK!!!!!!!
coop said:
One more skydiver... Great, What license do you have? how many jumps? what kind of parachute are you using? what is your DZ ? hobby or professional sky diver? (I need to stop my self...) I hope it's not to mach questions....
I just love skydiving, and to meat people that also fly...
As you can imagine I'm a also skydiver, and where ever I go my Baby (my rig) is coming with me (it's funny to take a parachute to an airplane, everybody think you know something....)
There are more Skydivers around hare?
Realy ?!?! I'm jumping from Airplanes and I want jump with something that was made in China. this is to mach!!! Russian Roulette will be safer.seanf said:
Scott.
USPA C, would need to check my log book, but I believe I was at 167 jumps.
Havent jumped in several years though, so I would need to go throught the refresher courses. Havent spent money on my own chute yet, I told myself I would get my own when I got my class D license.
I had the chance to dive with Eva Angelina (porn star) this past summer (she is an aquaintence of mine) but was unable to get out to Cali to do it.
Havent jumped in several years though, so I would need to go throught the refresher courses. Havent spent money on my own chute yet, I told myself I would get my own when I got my class D license.
I had the chance to dive with Eva Angelina (porn star) this past summer (she is an aquaintence of mine) but was unable to get out to Cali to do it.