a spectacular aerial stunt goes horribly wrong. not one, but two midair collisions 10,000 feet above the earth, causing chaos in the skies. wing suit fliers are daredevils outfitted in aerodynamic suits allowing them to go at speeds faster than 120 miles an hour. it s the closest a human can get to actually taking flight. basically i feel like i ve got my own private and personal f-16. your arms are your wings. your legs are your engines. wherever you go, you fly to that place. what else can you do that feels like that? scott bland and scotty burns are veterans of the high octane sport. you know, most people ride a
attention to the safety of his team members who start re-forms around him. i need to make sure i am aiming myself back towards the drop zone to make sure i m safe and to make sure everybody else gets back. i consider that my responsibility as the person on the bottom. but as quickly as bland reorients himself, unbelievably, it happens again. another pocket of dead air, and another midair collision. this time, two different wing-suit fliers. as they tumble in the sky, the team reaches 5,000 feet and bland signals to pull their parachutes, unsure if everyone is accounted for. after we opened the parachutes, i look around to see the correct number of people are there. i knew how many people we had in the flock when we left the airplane. and then i counted that number of parachutes, plus mine, when we opened. so i knew everybody had a parachute open. they could have been hurt, but they weren t dead.
around him. i need to make sure i am aiming myself back towards the drop zone to make sure i m safe and to make sure everybody else gets back. i consider that my responsibility as the person on the bottom. but as quickly as bland reorients himself, unbelievably, it happens again. another pocket of dead air, and another midair collision. this time, two different wing-suit fliers. as they tumble in the sky, the team reaches 5,000 feet and bland signals to pull their parachutes, unsure if everyone is accounted for. after we opened the parachutes, i look around to see the correct number of people are there. i knew how many people we had in the flock when we left the airplane. and then i counted that number of parachutes, plus mine, when we opened. so i knew everybody had a parachute open. they could have been hurt, but they weren t dead. when they land, bland finds out that everybody in the group
a spectacular aerial stunt goes horribly wrong. not one, but two midair collisions 10,000 feet above the earth, causing chaos in the skies. wing suit fliers are daredevils outfitted in aerodynamic suits allowing them to two at speeds faster than 120 miles an hour. it s the closest a human can get to actually taking flight. basically i feel like i ve got my own private and personal f-16. your arms are your wings. your legs are your engines. wherever you go, you fly to that place. what else can you do that feels like that? scott bland and scotty burns are veterans of the high octane sport.
bland immediately turns his attention toward the safety of his team members who start reforming around him. i need to make sure i am aiming myself back towards the drop zone to make sure i m safe and to make sure everybody else gets back. i consider that my responsibility as the person on the bottom. but as quickly as bland reorients himself, unbelievably, it happens again. another pocket of dead air, and another midair collision. this time, two different wing-suit fliers. as they tumble in the sky, the team reaches 5,000 feet and bland signals to pull their parachutes, unsure if everyone is accounted for. after we opened the parachutes, i look around to see the correct number of people are there. i knew how many people we had in the flock when we left the airplane. and then i counted that number of parachutes, plus mine, when we opened. so i knew everybody at least had