Gotta chuckle
Life is nothing if not ironic. . . Yours truly nearly joined the illustrious list of the dearly departed yesterday skydiving, of all things. One of those AAD gizmos malfunctioned and fired a reserve (roundie, no less) into a perfectly-functioning main as we dipped below 1000 feet to dirt.
Who knew that two canopies were so likely to result in an uncontrolled spin. . . cutting away at the Perrine never felt so good, though roundies just don't flare like a Mojo.
My already-thin career as a skydiver just doesn't seem to be taking off. Oh, well, BASE it is. It's sure nice to live on a farm surrounded by a lifetime's supply of virgin backcountry vertical terrain.
Peace,
D-d0g