The evils of packing
Yo ! I remember the time when packing a parachute was fun. Trying to figure out the best way to pack was a challenge, and deploying a new version of a packjob was exciting. Then things get dialed in. It becomes a 10-minute quickie, really not an issue when you make ten jumps a night on autopilot. Later yet packing becomes boring, but that's the price we pay to jump, right ? Well, now it came to a point where i hate packing with a passion, and many jumps are simply not worth a packjob. I have asked, begged, tricked and blackmailed other people to pack for me on multiple occasions. This is ridiculous. One would imagine with all the recent advances in technology and marketing BASE manufacturers could at least supply a packer or two with every rig... but nooo, all you may hope for is a lousy video describing a horrific torture with clamps that would make your nipples bleed!
Thoughts of base competitions judged by a pack job perfomance give me the creeps. Like a quick trashpack wasn't enough pain and suffering! What's next? Carrying a judge to the exit point???
So, how do you handle this? Is packing fun, routine or a pain in the arse for you?
bsbd!
Yuri.