Getting pushed out of a plane at 14,000 feet

As you may remember from yesterday’s little Space Shuttle adventure, we had a brief stop to make on the way home…or so I thought.  I had been told by pilot and crew (aka…The Girl) that we were just picking up a part for the airplane at a nearby airport about 15 minutes away by plane from Orlando.

After landing we taxied for a fair bit to a semi-remote part of the airport, where we pulled up to a hanger with a twin-prop plane in front of it, and a well decorated car to the right of it.

Shortly after the prop had ceased rotating, The Girl jumped out of the plane and ran over and gave a hug to the fellow that was waiting for us on the tarmac.  This is strange I thought – how does The Girl know the guy that we’re picking up an airplane part from?

And then it hit me.  The Girl has an uncle down in Florida that runs a Skydiving outfit in Zephyrhills Florida.  No sooner did that realization hit me than did the The Girl turn towards me with a mischievous smile and say “So…I’ve got something to tell you…you’re going Skydiving”.  The Girl is clearly nothing but trouble.


Well…ok then.

Before I knew it I was signing my life away…quite literally.  While there was pages of legal mumbo jumbo, this sign pretty much summed it all up:


Before the ink was dry, I was escorted over to a rack of 1980’s stylish jumpsuits.  It wasn’t the suits that caught my attention, but rather yet another sign – this one seemed to hint at potential failures:

I guess in triathlon we just pee in our wetsuits and it all magically gets clean again.  But in skydiving, I assume it’s still pretty obvious upon landing.  That said…on it went!

From there I was given a brief rundown of how things would go for my tandem jump:

– We’re going up in a little plane
– I will get pushed out of said little plane
– I will fall to earth some 14,000 feet
– Hopefully the chute opens

There really wasn’t much more to it.

Given that, we headed on over to the airplane where I found more signs.  I must say, at this point, none of these signs seemed to indicate happy little bunnies and puppies.  It was all just a lot of ways to explain to me how bad things might happen.



Nonethless…it was soon time to go.


By go, I mean board the plane.


Shortly after boarding I found myself on the bench.  You know, probably the same kinda benches that they use on prison aircraft.  And probably not unlike prison, I had a guy named Tom was pressed up against my back.  That’s Tom:

I have no idea what Tom is doing.  It was probably better I didn’t know.

After takeoff our plane made pretty impressive time up to 14,000 feet.  In theory it was 13,500 feet, but I think in reality it was 14,000 feet.  At least that’s what Mr. Garmin Forerunner 110 said:


As we neared that altitude a curious red light went on in the back of the aircraft:

Around that time I looked out the window at the airport down below:


That glance out the window was immediately apparent as a very poor idea.

Thus, I stopped looking out said window.  There’s a very distinctive difference between looking at the window on a nice commercial jetliner, and looking at the window on a plane you’re about to fall out of.  Despite having been at 56,000 feet before, this seemed a heck of a lot higher up.

Shortly after the Red Light district, came the Green Light district.  And nothing good comes of the Green Light District.  That’s the indication that it’s time to depart the aircraft.  My attached friend Tom, scooted me over to the edge of the plane, where I then had a unobstructed view of the earth below me…without any provisions to keep me from falling out of the airplane.

Strangely, the countdown procedure for being pushed out of an airplane isn’t like all other countdown procedures on ever created by man (such as ‘3-2-1-Go!’), instead it’s “2-Go!” – omitting both the crucial ‘3’ and ‘1’ digits.  I see no reason this omission should occur.

But by time I was counting ‘1’, I was here:


And by time I was on ‘Go’, I was here:

At which point I was no longer in a position where I could debate the merits of the standardized worldwide countdown system.  It’s also at this juncture that I violated two key rules in my life:

1) Never put ones ass above ones head.  Nothing good comes of this situation…ever.
2) Never jump out of a perfectly good airplane.

After I got beyond breaking two life-rules in a single one-second period, I got onto actually really enjoying the freefall aspect, which would last about 60 seconds and 9,000 feet:


Along the way the video/photo man (who was actually pretty cool and into photography a fair bit, we talked before/after about cameras) linked up with my arm and we twirled around a bit.  You know, just in case the sensation of falling at 120MPH wasn’t enough already.


We then said goodbye as he drifted away from us.  Well, actually – nobody says really much of anything, as it’s like being in a hurricane.  All you hear is wind.  Lots and lots of wind.  No amount of screaming, yelling or even opera singing was going to be audible.

And a few seconds later, he waved goodbye as our chute opened:

From there things got nice and quiet.  And I was able to check out the scenery with my own little camera.



And even take a picture of myself and my friendly jump instructor:


We lazily wandered about the sky – which you can see below from the GPS track:

I was able to take a few pictures of The Girl, as she floated down below me a bit, as well as Bruce and others with us.  It was good times!

And then came a bit of a funny sensation.  Sorta similar to as if I was being held by a boa constrictor of sorts.  Everything just felt really tight.  I had noticed it shortly after the chute opened, but somewhat dismissed it, as I assumed it was just part of the deal-e-o.

But now everything was starting to become a bit fuzzy.  Sorta like when your glasses fog-up on you after moisture gets behind them.  Everything becomes slightly white.

And then a bit more white.  And I’m not just talking about my un-tanned skin.

While I could hear everything, and even talk – I just couldn’t see anything.  And there wasn’t anything I could do about it.  I wasn’t motion sick, or anything else – just everything was slowly going bye-bye.  Pretty much a complete whiteout within another 30 or seconds.  So basically the world looked like this to me:


Shortly after that he called to prepare for landing, which I heard, and did respond (though perhaps not exactly in the right manner).  And then after a soft little bump, we were down back on planet earth.


And I was still having a blast.  I just couldn’t see much of it.  But after a short bit of time and once the straps were loosened, the world came back into view, and life returned to normal.


After we made it back to the the camp area, I got a nifty first-jump certificate.  The guys at Skydive City had a whole packet of goodies that I came away with.  Cool stuff.  Definitely recommend jumping with them!

And, for your (and my) viewing pleasure – I also got myself a short video of the whole event – complete with groovy special effects, Rainmaker interview and music:

Check out the groovy video of my first skydiving trip.

So with that – my first Skydiving experience!  A surprise courtesy of The Girl, and without any warning.  Apparently her and Bruce (my pilot friend) had been scheming about it for months.  And given I had showed vague interest in it at some point in my life (as in: “Sure, someday that sounds like an interesting idea”), they decided to enact a plan to make that point occur sooner, rather than later.

And thus…how I ended up getting pushed out of an airplane at 14,000 feet.

…and yup – I’d do it again!


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  1. Fantastic post! I was laughing my head off. Your expression was fantastic! I’ve seen it so many times with rookie Paratroopers when I was in the military. I hope you do it again now jump shock has worn off! Brilliant!

  2. Oh, so cool. But you can have my allocation of jumps.

  3. Ha!

    Omitting the crucial digits “3” and “1” made me laugh…thanks

  4. Someone has a rather nervous smile on his face!

    I guess crashing into a car wasn’t thrill enough, so you had to add a plane and 14000 feet to it.

    Hope you’re recovered by now – from the car crash, that is.

  5. I like the GPS tracks!

    And I am going to start using 2-GO! Who needs one and three.

  6. Awesome. I’ve jumped at Zhills tons over the years. There are some great places around here locally too if you’re interested which I’m sure The Girl knows all about. Congratulations on your first jump..whens the next one? ;-)

  7. Bob

    That is awesome! My wife took us skydiving at Skydive City when we first started dating – they are a crazy fun bunch over there! Great pics and glad you had a safe experience!

  8. JF

    Awesome Post! Looks like a great surprise!

  9. Wes

    better you than me :-)

  10. I dunno, having jumped off a perfectly goo bridge doing out a plane makes noooo sense!

  11. Fantastic recap… and kudos to The Girl. :)

  12. The thing that surprised me most about skydiving is how hard it is to EXHALE during free-fall – inhale, easy, because the wind is rushing at you at high speed, but I had to fight to exhale.

    Glad you had fun! Once was enough for me :-)

  13. Wow, that was an adventure! I want to do that but my husband says no. Something about me being his meal ticket and death! All I hear is blah, blah…


  14. Absolute insanity! That’s one thing I don’t think I’ll EVER do!

  15. dude, I think you need to get out more…try new things…have some fun. (insert sarc font)


    that is great….couple weeks after getting smacked by a car no less…..

    way to live it up, my man!

  16. OMG! If I ever jumped out of a plane, (and trust me it will NEVER happen) I would have to be tricked into it or on a plane that is going down.

    You are braver than me dude. The Girl is sneaky!

  17. OOooo! A brief pic of The Girl at the end of your video. I have to go back and pause for a better look!

  18. Anonymous

    just watched the video…

    wow, could you be any more awkward? hopefully you improve your interview skills before you become a pro triathlete, because your interviews would be miserable.

    how did you feel about your performance today?

    are you happy you won?

    any advice for young aspiring triathletes?

  19. That is awesome!! I’m totally ok with living vicariously through your posts, you share awesome stories! excellent pictures!

  20. Awesome!!! I like how the wind morphs your face!!! If only you could ride that fast! lol!

  21. Awesome awesome awesome. Hilarious post as well. You did seem a little nervous in the video, though – can’t really blame you on that one.

    Extremely cool of the Girl to set this one up for you.

  22. Awesome adventure Ray! Thanks for taking us along for the ride so we don’t ever have to do it ourselves.

  23. Yes Ray you did violate CB’S Rule
    “Never put ones ass above ones head. Nothing good comes of this situation…ever”.

  24. FUN!!!

    I went skydiving a few times with some friends while a student in San Diego. I wished I’d gotten a photo of my first jump. I must have had a very panicked look on my face when I discovered my radio did not work and had to glide in on my own with no coaching. No tandem jumping back then!!

  25. Thank you for your wonderful efforts

  26. Awesome! I’m liking the girl more and more!

  27. Fantastic skydivers video and diagram.I’ll never quite understand why people jump out of perfectly good airplanes.Thanks for the sharing post