Holy freaking cow. I thought I liked a little adrenaline, but Yves Rossy makes me look like a pansy. Heck, next to him, I am a pansy.
The stunt came in multiple stagesâ€”first off, a reasonable hop out of a chopper, 8,000 feet above the Arizona turf. Then, the four-motor jetpack kicked in, sending Rossy screaming across the canyon at a beard-peeling 190 MPH. And then, to cap it all off, a parachute ride down to the canyon’s bottom. That’s three modes of transportation, all requiring guts the magnitude of which I will never possess the half of.
At least he wore a helmet. Heh.
Video right here.