The author
in 1986, meditating before the first jump. Bent Ro Dahl covering
the event.
Hopefully all that tat won't get stuck when I finally leap.
The
sheer weight of two 11 mm ropes stretched tight over 140 horizontal
feet made it unnecessary to jump. Simply let go and you got
ripped off the bridge.
Experiencing
the free fall segment of the jump, before getting caught by
the ropes. The ensuing pendulum lasted forever and ever, until
you finally hang still in mid air, gently spinning. That's when
the fun ends and sheer horror sets in.
