There are some extreme sports I’ll never understand. I totally get the thrill of something like parasailing or downhill mountain biking, but once you get into the territory of things like wingsuits or sports that require multiple contraptions to work, that’s where you start to lose me.

For example, there are some sports where people will go downhill using one method of transit, then open a parachute and glide down the rest of the way. This strikes me as utterly insane and like a recipe for disaster — especially if, like this guy, the parachute that you attached to your bike doesn’t open in time.