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Wot? He didn’t survive?
at least the turf was forgiving, sorta. like the US NSA.
that’s kinda funny, that they measured the depth of the crater.
if the poor guy had had some stiffeners inside his clothes, to hold his wings out to catch the air (yet not collapse or fold back in the wind), he might have made less of a turf crater at the bottom.
he needed cookie’s thumper!
his mentor at the top of the platform had taken a $500,000 life insurance policy out on poor Franz before his jump. hence his relative calm and nonchalant attitude, with a few (literally) last-minute gestures thrown in for the camera.
leapin’ leisure suit Larry..
seriously, that had to hurt some. he looks conscious as they carry him away. my guess is he died of massive internal bleeding sometime later. he looks limp, like he’s broken a few bones ala evel knievel.
no cookie thumper left on that boy, i’m afraid.
“There were some police officers present to maintain order, as the Parisian Prefecture of Police had given Reichelt permission to proceed. After Reichelt’s death, M. Louis Lépine who, as the Prefect of Police (Préfet de Police), was ultimately responsible for the permission being granted, issued a statement making it clear that while the police routinely gave permission for experiments to be performed from the Eiffel Tower, it was understood in these cases that dummies would be used.”
“According to Le Petit Parisien, Reichelt’s initial attempt to ascend to the first stage of the tower was blocked by a guard, M. Gassion, who had witnessed previous unsuccessful dummy drops and feared that Reichelt’s attempt would end in disaster, though Le Figaro reported that he had merely not received a copy of the order and had to wait for telephone confirmation from his superiors. Despite the guard’s resistance, by 8:00 a.m. the matter had been resolved: Reichelt, who was visibly shaken by his argument with the guard, was allowed to mount the tower with his two friends and a cinematographer (another was stationed near the foot of the tower to record the jump from below). As he climbed the stairs he paused, turned back to the crowd, raised his hand and wished them a cheery “À bientôt”. His friends continued to try to talk him out of the jump, but Reichelt was quite determined. At 8:22 a.m., observed by a crowd of about thirty journalists and curious onlookers, he readied himself – facing towards the Seine – on a stool placed on a restaurant table next to the interior guardrail of the tower’s first deck, a little more than 57 metres (187 ft) above the ground. After adjusting his apparatus with the assistance of his friends and checking the wind direction by throwing a piece of paper taken from a small book, he placed one foot on the guardrail, hesitated for about forty seconds, then leapt outwards. According to Le Figaro, he was calm and smiling just before he jumped. His parachute, which had seemed to be only half-open, folded around him almost immediately and he plummeted for a few seconds before crashing into the frozen soil at the foot of the tower. His canopy appeared to billow out at the last moment, but by that time it was too late for it to deploy fully or to break his fall.
Le Petit Parisien reported that his right leg and arm were crushed, his skull and spine broken, and that he was bleeding from his mouth, nose and ears. Le Figaro noted that his eyes were wide open, dilated with terror. He was already dead by the time the onlookers rushed to his body, but he was taken to the Necker hospital where he was officially pronounced dead, and then on to a police station in the rue Amelie before being returned to his home in rue Gaillon.”
“Although there were no viable parachuting solutions for use in aeroplanes when Reichelt began developing his suit, by the time of his death a successful parachute jump from a plane using a non-fixed canopy had already taken place in the United States, and a patent for a packable parachute had been applied for by Gleb Kotelnikov.[note 5] As a parachuting pioneer, Reichelt is largely forgotten; his legacy has taken the form of a cautionary tale: while he may appear as a footnote in parachuting histories, he is a mainstay of books and websites that cite pointless or stupid deaths.”
the dummy should have used one. it would have been quite obvious from a properly weighted dummy that his suit was not working properly.
in hindsight, he was paying too much attention to style over form and function (in typical French fashion, even worse for Parisians). he had the PR arranged perfectly, hence this continuing coverage of the event, which took place so long ago.
thanks for the background info, Bif.
Arctic Feedback Dynamics: Implications & Consequences (Part 1 and 2)
Watch and listen as David Wasdell slowly but surely tells us we are all fooked.
I think he would have been fine if he jumped out more.
agree that he would have at least left a shallower crater in the turf.
When he set out to make an impact in the development of parachute technology, six inches wasn’t the impact he had in mind. When you are overconfident life can be especially cruel.
I’ve jumped off cliffs and rope swings into lakes, falling 30 feet or so, and from that height you hit the water hard enough that it hurts. I can see where 187 feet is enough to splatter you. Humans can’t fall from more than a height of 10 or 12 feet, onto hard surface, without danger of getting seriously hurt.
“When you are overconfident life can be especially cruel.”
a.k.a. the george armstrong custer effect.
this is for peter and bunn bunn
dave, that old Billy Stewart video is quite a find. thanks for sharing.
a little pudgy black dude in a cowboy, just fucking killin’ it, not something you see everyday. i guess.
plus, yesterday was the first day of summer 2013. the first day of winter is too far behind, none of this means much of anything in the tropics. but in the northern and southern latitudes, it’s huge. i guess.
yup, it was a surprise, like for that guy who recorded mark flynn doing ripple. who would have guessed?
before custer came along, it was known to the ancients as the crassus effect.
After a prolonged rain spell ended, there are some serious mosquitoes in the night sky around here, like swarms of them. Not one single bat in sight. It was definitely better when there were lots of bats around.
you know, it just dawned on me that ZK may be a favorite site for the NSA spooks. we have humor, interesting facts, great tunes, and current events. we even have sports, airlines, military history, science & technology, gardening, aquaculture and other cultural shit. plus dave on deep philosophy, stoicism, cynicism, kettle throwing, falconry, markets, etc.
and we’re free, open access, not that that would matter much to “them”, of course. HI!
may you always be upwind, and upgradient, for that matter.
zk, the best content for 10 or 12 widely scattered people. since what, 2008 maybe? something like that.
sorry dave, i forgot to mention kinky anal sex.
regarding the Hanford radiation leaks (there are many), i recall that area drains into the Columbia river, which flows to the ocean near Vancouver, WA. it is the home to many salmon. if they get cotaminated, they will lose a major food source to the Pacific NW that supported native americans and newbie white euros for centuries, maybe millinea. they’re getting it from both sides up there, Hanford in the east and Fukushima in the west.
commercial fission nuclear power was a bad idea. the ongoing cold war nuclear arms race was another bad idea. treatment of gaseous and liquid high-level waste has been put off into the future, but containment is not perfect. even if it was, the tanks await the next natural or manmade disaster like so many sitting ducks. not too much brain power used in that industry.
also, what were they thinking would happen when you place a thermally hot, corrosive acid in a carbon steel tank? Let’s assume they lined it with something inert, like a plastic and/or a ceramic barrier. the barrier develops a crack, say from differential stress on the tank (from gravitational settling or a micro-earthquake), the acid seeps through the crack and immediately and relentlessly attacks the steel. then it’s only a matter of how long it takes for the steel wall to corrode through its thickness and produce a leak. from the article, this was only a few years, or less.
a second steel barrier, designed and made at great expense, acts as a delaying tactic, to catch a leak in the primary tank and patch it before it also is breached. they of course procrastinate on the found leak(s) and instead spend the taxpayer funds on now-useless tank improvements to transfer the contents to a pending treatment facility. idiots.
thermally hot from radioactive decay.
if the world wasn’t run by assholes and populated by retards (or vice versa) this would be some funny shit. personally, i’m kinda sick of irony.
sorry dave, but those retards just keep that irony machine fired up, like Lawrence Welk’s bubble machine!
anda one, anda two, anda three….
i suppose your parents never tortured you with this stuff…
real CIA-NSA quality torture.
my grandmother used to love lawrence welch. i remember that she wanted me to learn to play the accordion.
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