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QuoteDoes anybody still "ride the rotating beacon" at airports that have them? Used to do that at night and leave your signature on it.
They still ride the beacon at the dz's that I jump (naked, of course).
Last time I rode the beacon was at old Spaceland, 1979.
wrassling on the grate
wrassling on top of the beacon while it's rotating
wmw999 2,311
QuoteLast time I rode the beacon was at old Spaceland, 1979.
Man, I miss all the fun. I was there that weekend and didn't ride the beacon. You must be cooler than I am
Wendy W.
Last time I rode the beacon was at old Spaceland, 1979.
No shit!!! The first beacon I ever rode was the one at old Spaceland in 1980
Anyone care to share some stories/trivia/etc about that jump? I think it was a 76-way.
QuoteQuoteLast time I rode the beacon was at old Spaceland, 1979.
Man, I miss all the fun. I was there that weekend and didn't ride the beacon. You must be cooler than I am
Wendy W.
You didn't miss any fun. Liquid courage got me up there. It was covered with dew, 2 in the morning, and I left finger nail marks in the lens trying to hang on. Scared the shit out of me.
Sparky
hagalo 0
Twas was a week ago Sunday,
On a broken down runway,
Just as we climbed in our plane.
When by a car bumper
There stood a strange jumper,
Who seemed to be almost insane.
He said with a shout,
Can I follow you out?"
But he sure had a strange looking rig-
It was a front-mounted pretzel,
An Eddy Grimm special!
While the rest of the load wore a pig.
Well after the jump,
When it came time to dump
And the ten-way had finally split -
After cutting away
From his first mal today
This new guy was starting to shit!
His reserve wasn't working
After lots of hard jerking
And just when I thought he was dead
In a voice that was splitting
From the bricks he was shitting,
He looked at his poptop and said
You picked a fine time to fail me, reserve,
Four hundred feet and I'm losing my nerve -
I've had some bad ones,
I've lived through some sad ones,
But this one I just don't deserve!
You picked a fine time to fail me, reserve!
Well after he bounced
We smoked up an ounce,
And stared in the hole where he lay -
I started to wonder
If maybe - I'd thunder?
The next time that I cutaway.
Well the whuffos report
There's a much safer sport
But I think I'll keep jumping instead -
If my square doesn't open,
I'll cutaway hopin'
And remember the last words he said,
You picked a fine time to fail me, reserve!
Four hundred feet and I'm losing my nerve
I've had some sad ones
I've lived through some bad ones,
But this one I just don't deserve!
You picked a fine time to fail me, reserve!
wmw999 2,311
Wendy W.
Airdivr 0
QuoteI visited The Blue Sky Ranch in New York in 1991. On my first skydive there, we took off on an otter load, and at about 500 feet or so, someone yelled "SHAWANGA!" The rest of the plane responded by yelling "FLY BABY, FLY!"
Shawanga came from the dropzone Stormville, NY, just a few miles from where the Ranch is now located. It originated (if my feeble mind is working correctly) with a team called the "Spaced Rangers" but may have been used prior to them.
The Ranch has now adopted the slogan for its own.
Elaine
John
RonD1120 58
QuoteIn Florida in '79 - '82 we used to have crater parties... Anyone even know what one is now?
The first one I heard of was Z-hills 1972. I was ASO at the time but was in Deland watching the Collegiate Nationals. Tony Fredine(sp?) from CA was the so honored guest. He won the the low pull, aka chicken jump, contest the night before around 0200.
QuoteLong ago at Z=hills they (I hear) used to pour plaster of paris in the craters.
At a lot of DZ's I have been to I have been taken on the "crater tour". It was almost part of the check in.
Ron
In all the time I was at Z'hills I never heard that one. The Gulch maybe?
Hoop
murrays 0
QuoteQuoteLong ago at Z=hills they (I hear) used to pour plaster of paris in the craters.
At a lot of DZ's I have been to I have been taken on the "crater tour". It was almost part of the check in.
Ron
In all the time I was at Z'hills I never heard that one. The Gulch maybe?
Hoop
There was a bird bath made from a crater in Perris. If you do a search on "bird bath crater" you'll be directed to the "Scary Stories From the Old days" thread and some posts by myself and "Skybill".
Murray
"No tyranny is so irksome as petty tyranny: the officious demands of policemen, government clerks, and electromechanical gadgets." - Edward Abbey
Krip 2
I think "picking up used gear" is a universal tradition.
I know talking about it is.
Glitch 0
Ditto... I heard this shortly after a safety briefing in Deland somewhere around '83. The chorus has been bouncing around my noggin every since! ...mostly because I couldn't remember the words.
And for those who don't know... it's set to the tune of 'You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille' by Kenny Rogers.
mccurley 0
He also wrote
Lions roar
Wolves howl
Only Skydivers know
why Birds sing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRWkEky8GoI
and play "Dead Ants"
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Picture a resturant in downtown St. Louis...about 77-78
My folks taking my GF & I out to dinner, I bet my dad 20.00 I could make the ole drunk guy at the bar fall flat on his ass without touching him.
The round cost me the 20, and we got booted, but when he got back up...the look on the face of my DZO 'boss' was worth it!
~ If you choke a Smurf, what color does it turn? ~
The one thing I would like to see reoccur is Pink Plastic Flamingo's. At Freakport Roger Nelson gave jump tickets to the most gaudy and tasteless camp ground. A pup tent required at least 8 Mingos A motothome needed a whole herd of them. Once at Quincy a guy had the plastic picket fence the little guy with the ring to tie up horses. The mother goose with babys a mother skunk the same.Then some rotten guy poured Mountain Dew and a Baby Ruth candy bar with toilet paper in his plasti bird bath. He landed and thought some one really took a dump in his bird bath. At the same Freak Brothers Convention on a weather hold Roger declared a family reunion for the mingos everyone brought theirs to one area and it was a sea of pink. Now its cell phones and Ipods the shame of it all.
QuoteQuoteIn Florida in '79 - '82 we used to have crater parties... Anyone even know what one is now?
The first one I heard of was Z-hills 1972. I was ASO at the time but was in Deland watching the Collegiate Nationals. Tony Fredine(sp?) from CA was the so honored guest. He won the the low pull, aka chicken jump, contest the night before around 0200.
Ron –
I forgot the name, you forgot the year. Tony Fredin was among the California jumpers that came to the First “Big Z” (Turkey) Meet in 1969. That was the era of smoking it down (literally and metaphorically) and the first day he asked Searles if he could put on a low-pull demo, and was much offended when the answer was no. The next night, about 2 a.m., a few folks were partying hard, when Fredin convinced a very drunk Moriarity to take him and fellow Californian Slick Armstrong up in his 172 for a low-pull contest. Fredin was just getting line stretch when he impacted feet first and an open canopy settled over his body. When I got to the DZ a few hours later, the small crater had been tastefully decorated with someone’s hash pipe as sort of a posthumous first place trophy. (“Well, he won, didn’t he?” a California confrere said reverentially.) If there was a plaster cast made, it must have gone back to the Left coast. I never saw it.
Hoop
HIM-HER-THEM should be kept alive at all cost. Being the highest compliment you can pay to a fellow jumper. Sometimes done at inopertune times Weddings and Funerals getting Whuffos up set but the reciever wouldnt want it any other way.
The half a pair of tennies hanging from a tree and ther story of where the other might be is always a good one
Just ramblings from a guy "Been there ,done that
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HIM-HER-THEM should be kept alive at all cost. Being the highest compliment you can pay to a fellow jumper. Sometimes done at inopertune times Weddings and Funerals getting Whuffos up set but the reciever wouldnt want it any other way.
Don't worry, that one is alive and well.
wmw999 2,311
Not sure about the Shawanga part, but "one potato two potato three potato four, five potato six potato out the fucking door" made the rounds for a while in the late 70's or so.
Not real good in these days of everyone doing teams, though
Wendy W.
I think this custom originated at the Shawanga something-or-other airport 30 or 40 miles south of the Ranch. Its runway went so far downhill that you lost sight of the plane before it left the ground.
HW
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