now entering the land of make believe…[put wave zoning out effect here]
I just jumped out of a plane, doesn’t really matter why, mayby it was that baby crying, maybe that fat smelly person next to me… it doesn’t matter.
then I realize ‘oh shit, I forgot my parachute’ but really would like to survive this fall [well actually the sudden stop at the bottom]. I have heard of a few who mannaged this feat and would like to be next. I assume that the spread eagle position would create the slowest fall rate (heck that’s how cats do it, but then again they have a “non leathal terminal velocity” -C.A.). I am wondering if pulling my pants around my knees would help or anything I can do with my jacket to slow the decent or would the cloth rip in the wind.
Any suggestions on how to survive this one.
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