Trae

This game used to be called 'Bounce Lotto'. The difference is that the money used to go to the wife or children or parents of the deceased. So who's the greedy psycho what started this sheet? Sounds like one of the 'Herd's grandchildren managed to survive somehow. funny --thought they all bounced.

Pardon the misinformation. thanks for the clicking on pictures for sound idea. Practice for next time. Would you like to look at a picture? (no sound) Cheerio

Extra weight =4.5kg of motors + 4.5 litrs of kero for 5 minutes of 32kg(~70lb) thrust. = less than 10kg Xtra wait. . 'Jetman' has shown us that it is possible. It just needs to be made a bit more user friendly. For a ten minute dream you'd need about 9 litres of kero.(at full thrust) Possible scenario-- exit as normal, fly around for a minute or so start the engines ...go back up...switch off ..flyback down etc etc....unless it was a lander you'd have to open your pairshoot sometime.

The real design challenge here is to conceive a powered wingsuit that still allows intuitive /instinctive control and remains within reasonable dimensions and cost. If its got solid bits in it to make it work well ..all the better. If those early birdman had access to modern materials and equipment they really would be doin'it rather than talkin' about it. Prediction....If a reasonable amount of money was thrown in the right direction this little dream would become a reality. Hopefully it won't go down in aviation history as a persistent birdman delusion.

If this idea is successfully developed we won't need the aircraft or the base object. The base purists and 'nylon only' lovers can keep doing what they like while anyone interested in taking the next step into powered wing-suit flight can do that ..... unless a whole lot of rules are made to restrict us. Did I hear some-one say IMPOSSIBLE.?

C+......Thank you

This is my story. I come from a long line of Bards. You know what a bard is don't you? They used to travel around telling stories ,moving on before their welcome was worn, collecting stories as they went , their life being full of adventures and happenings and magic. So I've got a story for you if you'd like to hear it and have the time to listen. It's about a group of beings that love to fly.They live on the immense burnt out remains of a mega-star, a cinder block, that rotates wildly in the fierce gravitational maelstrom of a multi-star system in the centre of a very large galaxy. This cinder block is huge beyond belief with cracks and fissures large enough to swallow ordinary planets and possessing atmospheric winds and vortexes which allow the beings to fly on the updrafts and currents that exist all over the cinder block. The beings are playful and occupy their time doing whatever they like. The characters we're interested in just love to fly around on the challenging aerial conditions. They have made one of the wildest places on the cinder block their home as that is where the best and most varied flying can be done. This place is frequented by others like themselves who also love to fly and zoom around in the magnificent currents which allow travel all over and through the cinder block (CB.). Four of the beings in particular are very adept at flying and have mastered the currents to be amongst the best flyers on the block. Their home is located at the peak of and extreme jutting spire like cliff face. To get there you have to be able to fly very well. This has made them elitist and their friends are similarly very good flyers. They zoom around and travel the CB looking for new challenges to enhance their abilities and allow their continued pursuit of flying excellence. They have the ability to create whatever they perceive by harnessing the radioactive soup and forming things from the bountiful materials and elements that exist on the CB. Being so near the centre of the galaxy they are continually bathed in a strong bright light and powerful radiation..They are immortal and have no concept of death as we know it only developement and improvement and enhancement of themselves and their flying suits, which appear to be part of their bodies. They do not sleep ,eat or drink relying on the radiation all around for sustenance and growth. They have a particular fondness of gadgets especially anything which will enhance their flying abilities . They constantly seek to improve their flying suits and happily and freely borrow each others ideas to incorporate into themselves. If they crash they can easily and quickly remanufacture the broken bits from the materials close at hand. And crash they sometimes do ,especially if trying something new. There are quite a large number of factions living on the CB.all in seeming harmony.- the sheer size of the place gives them all a lot of room to move. Some congregate in cities and places within the CB near internal through holes and fissures, which allow easy travel or spectacular sights. There are fliers, drivers, machine people , inventors,gadget fraks, crystal miners and collectors, social planners, environment planners---basically the whole gamut of sentient consciousness . If you can think of it , it probably exists somewhere on the CB. The CB is sooo huge it appears uninhabited but on it lives a large collection of all suitably advanced souls who have found their way there and settled due to its immense resources..Many areas are just too wild to be used much. It is these areas our friends aredrawn to in search of new flying challenges. Due to their elitism the fliers are a fair bit separate from the run of the mill beings. A certain frustrated genius ripples through their consciousness as they overcome challenge after challenge in their flying adventures. This frustration leads them to visit an old friend and mentor who no longer flies much but who occupies time by studying the different things present on the CB. This friend recommends they visit another being also solely occupied with flight. They have heard rumours of this being but have never met. The fliers travel to the beings lair , which is located at the end of an immense canyon only accessible by flight.. They experience difficulty in the approach to this place but manage to arrive mostly intact but a little the worse for wear. Upon arrival they are warmly welcomed and shown around the many and varied flying related inventions that this being has created and collected. Several inventions capture their imagination , in particular a craft which appears to sparkle and shimmer as if it is only half real. They are shown its inner workings and given a demo of its abilities, During this flight they are amazed that the craft can easily do what they found so difficult. The inventor then takes them on a flight right through the centre of the CB. a task they had been barely able to perceive in their now seemingly limited flying suits. The inventor then takes them to their home peak , which from the splendour of this craft now appears small and childish. the inventor and his craft winkle out leaving the fliers alone to descend to their home even more frustrated than they were before, frustrated at the ease and speed with which this being had performed their most difficult tasks. Intrigued and a little angered the group gathers other intersted fliers from the playground peak and set off across the CB to revisit the inventor--no small feat. As they finally approach along the ginormous canyon they are observed by the inventor who remains hidden from the group. They enter the lair and after some running repairs from their rough landings bustle along amongst the inventions until they find the machine which so easily made them feel childish and inept. After picking up a couple of smallish inventions the group take the machine and zoom off back out through the canyon past the still hidden inventor. The inventor then unhurriedly re-enters its domain and immediateluy notices the missing gadgets. an unhurried smile crosses the inventors face as he muses a little for a short time and then unaffected continues on dabbling with his other inventions. The group are having a great time zipping around but as yet are not sure how to make the craft vanish and reappear as the inventor had done. In their efforts one of them pushes the controls past maximum causing the familiar surroundings of the CB and iyts megastars to disappear. The controls get stuck and appear broken and ineffective as the group attempts to control the machine. Then they wink back into a reality that none of them recognise. It is very dark but bright little stars shine in the distance. They realise they are far from their CB home and its bright intensity. The machine is not working properly and neither are their familiar gadgets., which rely on the strong radiation that was part of their life on the CB. Then they realise they are moving...falling..slowly rotating ..beneath the craft a star comes into view. as the craft slowly rotates out of their control they realise they are a long way out in an unfamiliar and sparse galaxy, not like their powerfully intense galactic home. They are obviously caught in the gravitational pull of the moderately sized star, which appears closer by the moment. as they gather momentum they realise they are headed for the star and as they begin to whip past outer planets in this bleak solar system some of them decide to jump from the machine and use what little residual power they have in their suits to approach their planets of choice. The sudden desperation of their position is all too apparent. Colourful sparkles attract their attention and several say hurried good-byes as the depart for their chosen planets. Our group of four are amongst the last to leave as they make decisions they really don't want to make. a multi-coloured planet closer to the star attracts a couple more--- then our group jumps for the blue white dot with its sparkling attractiveness. They leave the machine to careen towards the star with the remaining fliers fate unknown. The group settles down to land but it's a one-way ticket ,as they haven't the energy required to fly against the gravitational pull of these planets. The dirty moisture laden atmospheric soup they land in holds little awe for them in comparison to the splendour of their recently departed home. Shocked and stunned by the suddenness of their arrival in this new place the groups predicament fully hits home as they watch the star set in silence on their new abode. They remain silent as they are bathed in something previously unknown---------darkness. I've been doing my bit . Now its your turn to expand our limited horizons. We've managed to collect the few from Venus even though those on Mars are proving troublesome and unco-operative. Those further out have so far failed in their attempts to communicate with the CB but of course are still trying. The rings of Saturn are simply not big enough to do what we want. Here on Earth our efforts to develop the necessary space technologies to travel keep stumbling on incomplete and imperfect science. We have tried many technologies with many different civilisations and creatures but it seems that our efforts are lacking crucuial rememberances. If only we had paid more attention when that dastardly inventor had shown us the inner workings of his infernal randomising machine. These humans with their chimp brains are limited in what they can achieve and the more they reproduce the more diluted we become and the less influence we exert over them.... At some stage we will have to repurify ourselves and just depart this place. We can now travel outside this stars pull but where do we go? We have found no sign of similar life yet our spirits still yearn for more and ache to return to our beloved CB. That mad inventor made sure it would take us a long time to figure this one out but we have come a long way. We simply have to work together. Perhaps those in the sun do hold the answer because out here things happen way too slowly. We are still stuck but there's one thing I am very sure of. When we return there is one being I am going to be very intersted in meeting again. I know it'll be waiting for us. Now I understand its secret smile. I have a secret of my own. ..you see the cruel inventor operator never tested his own trap. We have learnt things long forgotton on the CB. We have continued to grow without harming others like us. My dreams take me to the place where our wings sparkle with the light of many galaxies where our spirit is free to fly and laugh at the immensity of the challenge we have been given. It is here we have made new friends infinitly more powerful than those responsible for our imprisonment. These angels felt the depth of our anguish from the void they occupy. Like I said I come from a long line of birds..

The veil is lifted....I agree this god concept thing sucks. Our God got very bored and lonely with itself and so turned itself into a universe that couldn't be put back together.....just so the big dude didn't have to cry itself to sleep everynight. WE ARE GOD or at least little bits of god ...encouraged to be confused and scared. We also have the same tendency to wreck beautiful things ..just like god does. If we get it all together again, little blown up goddy gets all bored and self destructive again. Not a wrathful god just a very very very very lonely pathetic thing. You'd be lonely tooo if you were the only thing that ever existed.... and if you knew everything..you'd want to forget it all as well...perhaps Now what is out there beyond everything.?....my guess is it aint the 'god' we got lumped with. Heaven's so boring and restrictive everyone left leaving god all alone ....again Hell is now heaven and heaven is pure hell..for god. God created a monster and it was good...o god When the angels that fly the void returned and found their creation being distorted and misused they gave us all "time to die". So why's everyone in such a hurry? we've all got plenty of time to die.....gods little death delusion gets played out billions of times a second. The maximum death rate achievable on this planet is only equalled by the maximum life rate. yep god sucks ...its the angels that run this place!

Yippee..tracked down a copy ......a friends raffle prize. These 'old' guys seem to be way out ahead of the current wingsuiters in terms of design creativity and pure guts. The main continuations of their solid wing designs appear to be from the SkyRay people. ..but Leo's wings are HUGE.(I estimated 20sq.ft.) Why are people still getting excited about stuff (like wing ribs ) as if its new when these guys did it so long ago? Leo even invented freefall control methods when there was no-one there to tell him....then he turns into Birdman. If we could all find out more about these iconic ancestors we might avoid some of the puke worthy worshipping of some old ideas rehashed as new. Leo's spirit lives on . ..now I'd really like to find out more about that Swiss guy ..articulated solid wings. another REAL hero

If the feeling is to just get in there and take wingsuit flight further and wider then I suppose the more copying the better.....best form of flattery 'n all. At some stage it must get a bit secretive I would suppose... for instance does anyone know what the wingsuit companies have on their drawing boards now? I wonder about the connection between the free exchange of ideas and their exponential growth. More secrets less growth???

Alrite ... good piccy. I wonder how that would fly if it was flexible? Hot fun

Ancient thread but still hot topic...for a newbie anyway. At 186mph does the Skyray actually create any lift or does it just 'go like a bullet" ? This seems like such a good idea. Why isn't everyone using them.? Flying the wing ... does it have flaps and ailerons and stuff or is it solid like a surf board? if this thing folded up that would have to be better. Skyray ...there used to be a Navy? jet by that name ....any connection?

Once upon a time ... .....when wing-suit landings becomes common place perhaps few people will realise how 'impossible ' it had seemed to some . Believing something is possible and then talking about it with like minded people (edumacation) are two good steps in making something happen. Everyone looks up from the trenches.

As wing-suits are developing fairly rapidly perhaps no-one would want to be left with a 2nd rate copy of a 2nd rate suit? It struck me that perhaps some-one could corner the market a bit with a new patented innovation...... like helium blow up suit or something . Enforcing such a thing could provide some entertainment.

Does anyone know whether the current crop of wingsuits are patented..? Does anyone bother patenting wingsuits and related products or is it china-copy heaven? They are getting worth copying.

On the subject of being told to stay in the plane.. I like the story where the pilot turns around to yell 'gett owert' and the plane is already empty. In an emergency you can often rely on the person furthest from the door to assist you somewhat in getting out. Having had half a load stomp me into the floor in a rushed exit I know there are some people you couldn't force to stay in a plane crash..no matter how nice you told them.

Good one.... the wings in the cover picture look like they've got rockets on the tips. Leo is my hero.

Funny how some people get attached to inanimate objects .. ..the job sounds like a real grind . 7tandems + cameras in a Caravan...no wonder the retention rate sucks so badly in Oz.

The particular guy I'm thinking of(a European) apparently did a series of experimental 'flights' from aircraft . He gradually developed his wing ideas and had some positive results with improving glide angles . I've seen one photo of him in his last lethal suit. It looks a bit like a full-on aircraft with swept wooden and sunken channels for his arms. He landed after exiting an aircraft but died a few hours later.. ..anyone know anything else about these guys???

Now I know you can get ground rush as you look up watching your canopy open.... Now I know that PLF's really are life savers.... Now I know borrowed gear and micro-seconds don't mix.... Now I know those guys who smoke it down to the last second don't like living enough.. I WAS one of them.. now a DHP 'And all because of PERIPHERAL GROUND RUSH Once was enough..now why didn't that slider come down before my feet touched the ground? The universe is the Biggest base but how do you jump

Is there such a thing as a reliable record of early birdman activity? as in the 1920's and 1930's.? The DZ buzz that 72 out of 75 of the early birdman died while flying their wings seems like BS. 3 walked away before getting dead.??? Is there any decent historical record untainted by DZ goss? If so where? Can't find it and been lookin. Some pictures of the first guy to survive a landing would be nice ...even if he did die a short while after as reported. If this is true we already have our hero ...a guy who attempted a landing all that time ago... in wooden wings. We can still feel the shockwave from his landing. It would be good to have access to some of the different designs these guys used. Then they could receive the credit they deserve as the true pioneers of Bird-like flight

Ito might be able to get in touch with Hideo . Hideo is expert tracker and wingsuit flyer....and Japanese. This guy can out track a lot of guys wearing Classics. Watching him bobbin' along on his bubble is a fine thing indeed. Cheers divin' for those pearls.

I know knew a guy who landed a sheet of corrugated iron from 4 stories.TRUE He was lucky he was a skydiver cause he rode it the whole way down without letting go. The pile of sand helped a little as well. There's a few clues here for landing a wing-suit. Another of my friends took a nice long fall onto his back pushing away equipment that was falling with him. Winded was all. We're gonna need lots of padding , ligament cream handy and some very talented professionals to lift us all out of the mythological belief that we can't land with wings on our arms..........without hurting ourselves. Too fast you say...seen a swoop contest lately ..not exactly slow. Flat-earthers and star gazers.... with santa's little helpers very busy....perhaps next Xmas.... oh and why is it a big secret? is there a huge dollar prise to the first lander.? Cue rich kid putting up a mil or two ....just to see it happen. Trail of bodies? Take care on the road there's car comin' da other way.

Just wondering if there are any rules for this wingsuit-landing effort. It also sounds like there should be a better prize than a case of beer. Does slope soaring a wing-suit count (take off and landing thank you very much ) What if the wing-suit has very big wings ? Does it still count? The world of wing-suit landings could do with a few guidlines otherwise every second kid with an umbrella already has us beat.

Instead of dropping the requirement big DZ's could make it more popular... often it seems too much trouble to offer lower cheaper jumps at good rate. There's not much more fun to be had than piling out of an aircraft right under a low cloud base with a few friends.... some bods stay in the plane ..I wonder why?.....did some-one say AFF?