Crazy Daredevils/Adventurers

Recently I read a New Yorker article about record setting parachuter Michel Fournier and was so impressed I thought I’d share it. A retired French Army Colonel, Fournier has made more than 8,000 jumps. For the past few years he’s been training for and attempting to set a new world record by jumping out of a balloon 25 miles up, about 3 times the altitude that commercial jets fly at.

As described in that article, at 50 thousand feet any gases trapped in the body expand to more than 8 times their volume at sea level, swelling intestines, rupturing lung tissue, etc. At about 63 thousand feet our body fluids begin to boil due to the thin atmosphere. In 1959, a Marine Colonel, William Rankin, bailed out of his fighter jet at 50 thousand feet and “barely survived the fall, bleeding from every orifice.”

The high altitude jumping record presently belongs to a crazy, death-defying former speedboat racer and test pilot, Joe Kittinger (who later flew almost 500 combat missions in Vietnam, was shot down by a MIG fighter and served 11 months in the Hanoi Hilton), who rode up in a balloon to 76 thousand feet in 1959 and jumped out at nearly twice the prior record altitude. He was delayed exiting the balloon, though, because his equipment had become wedged in hte gondola, so his first parachute, which was timed to open automatically, opened about 14 seconds early. Consequently, it failed to open properly and wrapped around his neck. His second chute opened automatically at 18 thousand feet (he was unconcious by then), coiled around his body and began spinning his body at 80 revolutions per minute. The third, reserve chute finally opened and saved his life.

Less than a year later, Kittinger jumped from 74 thousand feet. Within 30 seconds he had fallen 13 thousand feet and reached terminal velocity of more than 600 miles per hour. This time his parachutes worked perfectly. Near 40 thousand feet his thermometer read 98 degrees below zero, but his electrically heated pressure suit kept his body warm. Except that his right glove had failed to pressurize, so his hand on that side had inflated to almost twice its normal size.

Anyway, that’s the past. Fournier is attempting to jump from a balloon at 130 thousand feet. The trip up will take over 2.5 hours. The trip down less than 15 minutes. By the time he reaches Kittinger’s jump height he’ll be going more than 900 miles per hour – one and a half times the speed of sound. According to this BBC article, he’ll reach a top speed of between 745 and 1,000 mph (1,200 to 1,600 kph).

Here’s a few pics of Fournier and his gear. Incidentally, as you can see, he’s in his mid 60’s.

The capsule he’ll ride up in.

The descent

Past record holder, Joe Kittinger

And the big jump.

Here’s his Website: thesuperjump.org/site_en/homme1.htm

reminds me a ditty we was knownst to sing to the newbies as they shuffled to the door…

[quote][color=red]Blood on the Risers[/color]
Unknown

He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar.
You ain’t gonna jump no more.

  [b]Chorus:[/b]
  [i]Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
  Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
  Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
  He ain't gonna jump no more.[/i]

“Is everybody happy?” cried the sergeant looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, “Yes”, and then they stood him up.
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop.
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the medicos and wondered what they’d find.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

He hit the ground, the sound was “Splat,” his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, “A helluva way to die.”
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the 'chute.
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.[/quote]

Definitely a more nuanced, dare I see intimidating version than the one I recall, which had “Our seargant major jumped from 40,000 feet. before hitting the “tarmac like a blob of strawberry jam.””

HG

[quote=“TainanCowboy”]reminds me a ditty we was knownst to sing to the newbies as they shuffled to the door…

[quote][color=red]Blood on the Risers[/color]
Unknown

He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar.
You ain’t gonna jump no more.

  [b]Chorus:[/b]
  [i]Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
  Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
  Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
  He ain't gonna jump no more.[/i]

“Is everybody happy?” cried the sergeant looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, “Yes”, and then they stood him up.
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop.
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the medicos and wondered what they’d find.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

He hit the ground, the sound was “Splat,” his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, “A helluva way to die.”
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the 'chute.
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.[/quote][/quote]

Here’s another one I remembered:

“Beautiful Streamer” (Tune of “Beautiful Dreamer”)

Beautiful streamer, open for me,
Blue skies above me and no canopy;
Counted nine thousands, counted too long,
Reached for the rip cord, the damn thing was gone.

Beautiful streamer, why must it be?
White silk above me is what I should see,
Just like my mother that looks over me;
To hell with the rip cord, 'twas not made for me.

Beautiful streamer, follow me down,
Time is elapsing and here comes the ground;
Six hundred feet and then I can tell,
If I’ll go to heaven or end up in hell.

Beautiful streamer, this is the end,
Gabriel is blowing, my body won’t mend;
All you jump happy son’s of a gun,
Take this last warning as jumping’s no fun.

Damn…that boy done augured in deep!”

So solving world hungry is boring I guess…

You ever smell marmite?

Its like lawn clippings…wet, week old lawn clippings still in the bag.

I went out for a walk today without my undershirt.

how come terminal velocity is 600 mph for one guy and 900 for the other?

Cuz the first guy jumped from 74 thousand feet and the second’s jumping from 130 thousand?

The other guy’s fatter?

HG

ok… thinner atmosphere then… he would eventually ‘slow’ to 600mph after 74000 then i assume.

More aerodynamic suit and posture?

Correct. Less air molecules to bump into at higher altitude.

Ok, forget the high altitude parachuting. What do you think of these videos of me last summer?

youtube.com/watch?v=l8_38LHT … re=related

youtube.com/watch?v=s0Pw7vKt … re=related

Article today about someone else who plans to try this year to break the 50 year-old high-altitude parachuting record.

[quote]A Supersonic Jump, From 23 Miles in the Air

Ordinarily, Felix Baumgartner would not need a lot of practice in the science of falling.

He has jumped off two of the tallest building in the world, as well as the statue of Christ in Rio de Janeiro (a 95-foot leap for which he claimed a low-altitude record for parachuting). He has sky-dived across the English Channel. He once plunged into the black void of a 623-foot-deep cave, which he formerly considered the most difficult jump of his career.

But now Fearless Felix, as his fans call him, has something more difficult on the agenda: jumping from a helium balloon in the stratosphere at least 120,000 feet above Earth. Within about half a minute, he figures, he would be going 690 miles per hour and become the first skydiver to break the speed of sound. After a free fall lasting five and a half minutes, his parachute would open and land him about 23 miles below the balloon.

At least, that’s the plan, although no one really knows what the shock wave will do to his body as it exceeds the speed of sound. The jump, expected sometime this year, would break one of the most venerable aerospace records. For half a century, no one has surpassed (one person died trying) the altitude record set by Joe Kittinger as part of an Air Force program called Project Excelsior.

In 1960, Mr. Kittinger, then a 32-year-old Air Force pilot, jumped from a balloon 102,800 feet above the New Mexico desert. Today, at 81, Mr. Kittinger is a retired colonel and part of the Red Bull Stratos team working on Mr. Baumgartner’s jump. . . . .

One of the chief concerns has been to avoid the problem that almost killed Mr. Kittinger during Project Excelsior. He was supposed to be stabilized during his fall by a small drogue parachute, but on one training jump in 1959 it did not open because the cord got tangled around his neck.

As a result, Mr. Kittinger’s body went into a spin that reached 120 revolutions per minute as he plummeted more than 60,000 feet. He blacked out and regained consciousness only after his reserve parachute opened automatically about a mile above the ground. . . . .[/quote]
nytimes.com/2010/03/16/scien … r.html?hpw

YEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Why leave a perfectly good airplane?

Turns out your man Felix Baumgartner is the same guy that parachuted off 101 in 2007
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Felix_Baumgartner