“A video of a wingsuit flight called “Grinding the Crack” using multiple cameras for the ultimate viewing experience. Jeb Corliss’ top speed in this particular flight was 122 mph.”
New olympic sport:
Sumo Wingsuit freestyle.
??
Simply Amazing! The suits origins are military - but leave it to fun seeking youth to adapt everything to thrill sport. I for one, am pleased.
Posted by: Gary at September 1, 2011 9:14 AMI'm a bit dubious about the title, but when you're buzzing the ground at 122 mph, you can call it whatever you want.
Posted by: Andy at September 1, 2011 9:17 AMWhen I was young, Flash Gordon used to be on TV on Sunday AM, in full living B&W.
I sort of remember there being a group of guys, good or evil???, that could jump off tall buildings and 'fly'. When I saw them, 50 years ago, the shows were old THEN.
So, now, a half century plus later, the imagined has come to be. Neat, but I would have need of new underwear even approaching the edge of El Capitan.
tom
Back on my first visit to LA, my uncle took me to a spot high on the road above the beach where human perodactyls flew directly by us all afternoon. It was fantastic. Naturally, the State put an end to that.
Posted by: james wilson at September 1, 2011 9:28 AMWhere was this filmed?
Posted by: fluffy at September 1, 2011 10:28 AMFanflippingtastic! Lots of balls.
Posted by: Kerry at September 1, 2011 10:43 AMThis has to be the ultimate high. Kid has cojones.
Posted by: Cilla Mitchell at September 1, 2011 1:24 PMThe ultimate "don't try this at home". Anyone have an idea of how far he traveled horizontally? The top of the cliff to the flatlands below seemed a helluva long way to go.
Posted by: waltj at September 1, 2011 3:17 PMUsed to deliver pizza with that guy in San Luis Obispo - glad to see he's staying busy.
Posted by: Dan at September 1, 2011 6:20 PMThis film is exhilarating to watch, puts me in mind of living in Fremont, CA near a 1500 ft peak. I used to climb halfway up the slope and play my fiddle while hang gliders drifted above. Some caught the updrafts and lingered for an hour or more.
One day, a growing sense that ***I*** was being watched made me turn around.
I found a small herd of cows, about 25 or so standing in a neat line, were staring at me like they thought I was crazy.
Wild eyed cows.
It's probably true. As a kid I used to jump off of rooftops and six-foot fences, testing home-made parachutes that never EVER deployed.
Nearest I've come to flying is springboard diving from a 3-meter board. A good coach in college taught me how to get some decent height, and the long float upward before dropping was always magic.
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