i m at 9,000. but suddenly parr s flying skills are put to the test by a massive thermal blast. you can think of it as a wall of air going up. and the result of that is that the front end of the glider pitches up and the glider stalls. just like an airplane would stall if you pointed it straight up in the air. unable to bring his glider out of the stall, parr finds himself spiraling towards the dense forest below. it was flying down faster and faster and started turning faster and faster. with no other options, parr reaches for his reserve parachute. coming down on the reserve was a very helpless place to be. just a single line up to a small round parachute. i really had no control. the best i could do is brace myself for what i might hit. parr braces for impact. my thought was breaking an arm or something, but my body completely missed the tree.
me. the boys led me through a couple of odd trails and i was out in about 20 minutes, having a beer and telling stories with my friends. parr still enjoys the tranquil pleasure of paragliding but after his brush with death he has a new appreciation for the dangers of the sport. after this incident, it was some time before i went paragliding again. not trying to better my skills and advance in competition. i fly now just for fun and it is always just for me, just what i want. i think that s why i m having a lot more fun flying. may, 2001, in seoul, south korea, a military helicopter is transporting a large metal sculpture designed to commemorate the 1988 olympic games. it will be a monument to the olympic spirit and pride felt by the south korean host nation. the helicopter lowers the sculpture carefully on to the center tower of a bridge spanning the han river.
my glider was stuck in a tree and i was 50 feet up. suspended high in a tree in a remote area, parr s lucky to be alive. but his problems are far from over. the first thing i did was call my friends and tell them i was okay. okay. i m hanging in a tree about 50 feet up. all right, let s just talk. we re coming. i was settling in for a long stay in the tree. but as parr would soon find out, his comfortable stay wouldn t last long. we re trying to find out exactly where you are. i was trying to get my gps out of my pocket. while i was doing that, the friends were asking where i was. i was giving some general directions. some orientation. i m directly behind the launch. suddenly, while on the radio, a tree branch breaks and parr crashes to the ground. whoa! i was scared for the first time
a good paragliding flight will take you high, near the clouds, and can go for hours and for many miles. woo-hoo. unlike sky diving, there s no big thrill of you falling. you just lift gently off. it was a trip of a lifetime, ten days of soaring through the temperate skies of vaya de bravo, mexico. i had flown a couple times every day. great flights. flew high and far. mexico is a great place because there s great flying weather. parr and his fellow paragliders are all wearing helmets with cameras attached. has sharp edges but not as bad as it was yesterday. there was nothing abnormal. the weather was good. i m at 9,000. but suddenly parr s flying skills are put to the test by a massive thermal blast. you can think of it as a wall of air going up.
parr still enjoys the tranquil pleasure of paragliding but after his brush with death he has a new appreciation for the dangers of the sport. after this incident, it was some time before i went paragliding again. not trying to better my skills and advance in competition. i fly now just for fun and it is always just for me, just what i want. i think that s why i m having a lot more fun flying. may, 2001, in seoul, south korea, a military helicopter is transporting a large metal sculpture designed to commemorate the 1988 olympic games. it will be a monument to the olympic spirit and pride felt by the south korean host nation. the helicopter lowers the sculpture carefully on to the center tower of a bridge spanning the han river. everything appears to be going as planned, but suddenly something goes terribly wrong.