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I've read through the PDF twice and unless I missed something why was Garmashov revoked in the first place? It was Pooley who forged Garmashov's name to the tandem certification. And unless Garmashov told Pooley to forge his name, I don't get it.

It came from gallows humor, blue sky black death. A large part of the culture back then made grim jokes about everything, whether it was warranted or not. If you were around then, you ought to remember that. The reality, though, is that many of the sport's most respected survivalists jumped those rigs. And swore by them. While they weren't all that popular by volume, they had about the strongest owner loyalty.

After giving it considerable thought I have come to the conclusion that woke means no longer asleep.

Would love to find a hi-res copy of the advert. See post 5 here https://www.dropzone.com/forums/topic/55088-old-parachutist/ Nancy and John had their act together!

You keep assigning words to people and meanings to words to bolster your counterpoints (since you never make any points of your own, I think that’s an accurate word). Bill Nye didn’t say anything about exactly following. Neither did Michael Mann. But that’s irrelevant as long as you get your dig in, right? Wendy P.

I doubt if you'll get consensus on that point, regardless of its relative veracity. CO2 is a factor, but even a superficial understanding of radiation heat transfer reveals it to be but one of many. Unfortunately, its significance is more as a measure of overpopulation than as a driving force for climate. In the long run we're fucked either way. It was fun while it lasted. BSBD, Winsor

Winsor, can you explain why what funjumper posted is denial? It’s an aspiration, certainly not reality, but I’d rather aspire to better than worse. Wendy P.

On Jump 14 I was having problems falling stable and I totally lost altitude awareness till just under 2,000 feet. Pulled main, had a streamer (Round), totally zoned out again, regained focus soon enough to cut it away (capewells) and had a less than 10 second reserve ride.

LaPoint was a door gunner in Vietnam. I'm not sure where the media got that he was a paratrooper from, but that was repeated in the papers a bunch at the time. There's no evidence he had jumped before during his civilian or military life. Also, investigated him further just now and I'm not sure this is something that needed to be "defused". Sounds like he just had a bunch of flares.

Oh, they understand it just fine. They simply distort it to meet their own ends.

The most recent copy I have would be from 1976. Too early for what you're looking for. DZGone.com B-4600, C-3615, D-1814, Gold Wings #326, Diamond Wings #152. If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much room!

Pat, I would be very Happy to buy a copy of two of one with the "2 Grand Racer" ad in it, let me know if you are willing to seperate with one or two copies :) Arvel

Speaking of Parachutist Magazines I probably have about fifty issues from the sixties and early seventies along with issues of Sky Diver, DZ USA and Spotter. DZGone.com B-4600, C-3615, D-1814, Gold Wings #326, Diamond Wings #152. If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much room!

The same picture (minus the ad copy) appears in Poynter and Turoff's "The Skydiver's Handbook" in the section about pull-out pilot chutes.

A small copy is attached here for thread readers. I'll send a full size high-resolution copy to your e-mail address for your own keeping. I'm not interested in selling the magazine, however... This copy came from Feb. 1979 issue of "Parachutist".

Hey all, I am looking for an old issue of Parachutist with a Racer ad that read "The Last Thing You Need at Two Grand is Pretty Gear" It had a guy at pull time just above some runway numbers!!! I will purchase the copy should I find one!!! Thanks! Arvel BSBD...........Its all about Respect, USPA#-7062, FB-2197, Outlaw 499

We had a jump pilot back in the 70's who was an all around good guy. One winter Craig (the pilot) was shooting coyotes out of a farmers cessna. He asked me one day if I wanted to go along and shoot a 12 gauge out of the door, while he flew. I couldn't make it that day, but wished him the best. A few days later I heard that he had crashed. Apparently he and another guy spotted two coyotes. They flew over the one and got him. They circled back and were just about to shoot the other one when they hit the side of the mountain. The plane was totaled and they both ended up in the hospital. Then the Fish & Game gave them a ticket for illegal shooting from an aircraft. The next time I saw him was at a jump party. He was standing there with a cane and had two black eyes. The first thing he said was, "You still want to go coyote hunting?" But that's not the end of the story. I kind of lost track of Craig over the years. Then one day I read his obituary in the paper. All it said was that he was killed down in Texas. Come to find out he had been flying guns down into Mexico. Someone murdered him on a gun deal gone sour, and threw his body down an out house. Too bad, he was a great guy. I never would have thought he'd get tangled up in something like that. Steve1

Back in the 70's our DZ was about a 1/2 mile from our hanger, at the airport where we packed and took off from. When a load exited we would often watch from a distance. One day a girl left the plane and kept falling and falling and no one saw a canopy open. Everyone knew she had just burned in. Everyone jumped into vehicles and went racing over there. Apparently she had opened in a dip in the field and no one could see her canopy. Her only reply was, "I guess I was kinda low, huh." I don't think she realized how close she had come to death's door. This is how the story was told to me. Hopefully it's true. Steve1

Back in the olden days a really experienced jumper might have three or four hundred jumps. In fact I didn't know anyone in our club who had more than about 500. In the early 70's we were able to order up twin beach or DC-3 from the smoke-jumper center at a low price. All we had to do was give them a call when we had enough jumpers. I remember lots of big way attempts with a DC-3 load of people, where a lot of the jumpers had less than a 100 jumps. None of us had automatic openers. Remember now, a big-way back then was anything over about 12 people. The world record formation then was about 30 people. The exits were often so strung out that at times you had to really strain your eyes to see where the star was building. It wasn't uncommon to have someone slam into you as you tracked toward the star. But you know no one ever bounced in the twenty five years our club was in Missoula. There were plenty of close calls and one mid-air plane collision that killed several people, but it was a miracle more didn't die back then. Hot gear back then was a B-12 container with a para-commander, Some people had pig rigs, everyone wore motorcycle helmets, and french jump boots. (hows that for a scary story). Steve1

Quatorze, I remember a friend who used to race his morocycle to the DZ with a rig on his back. I often wondered what would happen if it opened. I think one of the stupider things I have ever done is try to kick a dead cat in the road going about 40 on motorcycle. I never claimed to be too bright. Steve1

Back in 1969 My buddy and I took turns jumping from his fathers "borrowed" C-150. We shared an army surplus t-10 rig and did low altitude jumps. We took advantage of every opportunity possible, which included poor visability and windy days. One overcast and windy morning I dropped out and pulled at 2G. The wind quickly took me over the nearby reservoir. I was terrified as I saw myself approaching the icy cold water. I did not know how to swim at the time! My boots touched the surface and stopped my descent in only 8 inches of water. I had landed on a small submersed sand bar! A fisherman in a nearby rowboat came to my rescue. "Slow down! You are too young to be moving that fast!" Old Man Crawfish

Not me personally but my Dad tells of when he was jumping in Colorado. There was a fellow jumper who would gear up and ride his motorcycle to the DZ. One day this jumper was cruising along on his bike about 50 mph and decided to see how long it would take for him to slow down if he popped his ParaComander.... well everyone who just had a shiver and a snicker run through them is right. The next thing the guy siad he remembers is looking at his motorcycle between his feet as it rode on down the road with out him. Now I don't know about you, but once I realized that I survived the afore mentioned incident I would a have calmly packed my rig and let the secret die with me. Not our friend, the rocket scientist, he comes to the DZ and tells his friends, " No shit, there I was...." Not a skydiving story, but related and always good for a laugh when my Dad drops by the DZ for a beer. Cheers Christian I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle