You know, when I’m over trolling the depths on the ‘Tube, the algorithm (All hail the algorithm…) will occasionally spit up a video of one of these wingsuit guys zipping along through some alpine pass. They’ll be ripping along, 20 feet from some impressively gnarly looking terrain, one twitch from turning themselves into mulch, and making it look easy. Then I’ll google the dude’s name, and sure enough, dead at 32 from some mistake, doing something that his friends called “what he loved…” And then you read about his now struggling single parent wife and 3 y/o son who’ll never get to know dad.
Lesson learned: know when you’re looking at enough rope to hang yourself with. Wingsuits are all rope…