I am Yugoslavian Special Forces, 17 years

So, this weekend we jumped out of a plane. “Skydiving” the kids are calling it, it’s all the rage. My beautiful better half, my roommate, and three “i think it’s too windy maybe we should leave” Welsh fellows drove up to Santa Barbara on Saturday to huck ourselves out of an otherwise perfectly functional plane.

The guy I tandemed with has definitely killed people. With a super-thick accent he told me how he was Yugoslavian Special Forces for 17 years and has “9,869… well, i guess dis one make for 9,870″ jumps, his highest being from 35,000 feet with over 2 and half minutes of freefall and requiring oxygen… badass.

Anywho, everybody survived without cause for worry and we had a great time. It was definitely original, nothing quite as surreal as sticking your feet out the door of an aircraft and throwing yourself out of it. (except maybe sitting on a rock with three sleeping tigers)

Is it better than bungee jumping? Meh, I think bungee jumping is more frightening. With skydiving you can’t even really tell the ground is coming at you, it’s just really windy. And terminal velocity is only 120mph… and I DEFINITELY HAVE NEVER GONE ANY FASTER THEN THAT ESPECIALLY WHEN ME AND LUKE WOULD RIDE DOWN THE STRAIGHTAWAY ON BARTLETT STRIP ON OUR BIKES, NOPE NEVER BEEN ANYWHERE NEAR 140. But skydiving is absolutely gorgeous, so beautiful and so stunning. I will definitely go again sometime, it was a fantastic experience.

A++ thumbs up.