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From the streets of Paris, what the world sees:

My answer was in regards to this post here

I think you keep forgetting that the internet wasn't around at that time and there won't be much metadata floating around for AI to parse through. Records from the decades before the internet only exist on paper and that only, if someone thought it's worthy writing down. AI these days lives of metadata we leave behind by everything and anything we do online, especially social media and wikis. it doesn't matter how great your AI model is, if there is nothing to feed it with, it can't perform.

I like my storm I have a Sabre as well. Storm is a bit less aggressive . Flare is deeper and different almost feels like a 1 stage. They’re both good canopies. Just learn them. I think my learning curve was tougher on the Sabre for sure just cause it’s faster

The Trump co-conspirators who have been sentenced to jail with more to come.

The notion of multiple different rigs reminds me of an old “Rambo” … the second or third. Rambo was jumping out of a business jet into a SE Asia jungle. He was wearing a sport-sized Vector 3 … waaaaay smaller than the tandem-sized containers worn by military freefall, special forces guys who like to jump with rucksack, rifle and snowshoes. At one of the PIA Symposia Bill bough shared an amusing side-story. While that Vector 3 was goi grown the production line of the ladies sniffed it and said: “Ah! This led pad will lay against Silvester Stallone’s thigh!” Hah! Hah!

FADE IN: EXT. PEASANT TOWN SQUARE – DAY A PEASANT GROUP runs toward the TOWN SQUARE dragging a YOUNG WOMAN dressed as a WING. SIR BEDEVERE, tending to physics experiments, releases a nuclear powered ornithopter tied to a coconut. PEASANT GROUP (Shouting) "We found a wing, she’s a wiiing fling her." BEDEVERE (addressing the peasants) "How do you knoooooow she’s a wing?" PEASANT GROUP (Shouting) " ‘Cause she looks like one." "FLIIIIIING her." YOUNG WOMAN "I’m not a wing. They did this to me." "These aren’t my A lines." Bedevere addresses the peasants. BEDEVERE "Did you do this to her?" PEASANT GROUP "No… no… no… yes… no." PEASANT 1 "We did do the A lines." "And the d-bag." (pause) "But she does have an air lock." PEASANT GROUP (Shouting) "FLIIIIING her!" BEDEVERE "There are ways to tell if she is a wing." The peasants look confused. BEDEVERE "What else can be flung like a wing?" PEASANT GROUP "Churches… marshmallows… navel lint… Mozhaisky’s airplane…" KING ARTHUR watches the goings on from the side. KING ARTHUR "A piano… flung from a trebuchet." All turn to look at Arthur. Bedevere, in great amazement, exclaims… BEDEVERE "Exactly!" PEASANT 1 "So… if she can be flung…" Peasant 1 strains to find the logic. "As far as a piano……" PEASANT GROUP (Shouting) "She’s a wing… fliiiing her." BEDEVERE "We’ll use my largest trebuchet." Unfortunately, at this point the illogic of the physics takes hold causing the film to be quickly burned by the bulb and break. Thus, just like how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop the world will never know how far a Wing can be flung from a trebuchet.