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The thrill factor

The thrill factor

Have you ever wanted to jump from a plane on the end of a parachute? Twenty-nine-year-old Rachel Simhon has. Here 's what it was like.

11     As our plane circled high above the Suffolk countryside, I had time to regret my
2 chance remark, 'Oh, I've always wanted to try parachuting'. But there's a world of
3 difference between armchair fascination and actually doing a thing and I had arrived for
4 a weekend course at Ipswich Parachute Centre in the unlovely surroundings of Ipswich
5 Airport with severe feelings of doubt.
26     I was immensely relieved to hear from one of our lighthearted young instructors
7 that all 40 of us on the course were expected to be frightened. He assured us that
8 parachuting is one of the safest sports there is - it's just a question of doing it properly.
9 And could we just sign these forms undertaking not to hold the centre responsible in the
10 event of an accident?
311     No time to be frightened: we were divided into three groups, and set to work.
12 Lectures and practical sessions lasted all day, and covered everything from what the
13 parachute looks like and how to put it on, to jumping, steering and landing. The one thing
14 we weren't going to learn was how to pull the cord - parachutes would open
15 automatically.
416     The teaching, which relies heavily on repetitive drills, is deeply boring, but, as our
17 instructor put it, you can't ask what to do next when you're 2000 feet up in the air.
518     The afternoon session concentrated on steering the parachute, and learning how to
19 land - probably the most important part of the course. We spent a lot of time jumping off
20 a 4ft platform, feet and legs firmly together, and toppling into a sandpit (hence the
21 recommended old clothes and flat shoes). As the last time I feil over regularly was in the
22 school playground, I found all this rather painful. They say you don't have to be
23 super-tough, just not vastly overweight or very unfit, but the emergency drill session -
24 standing outside in the cold shouting, 'Look, pull, throw!' - was a welcome relief after the
25 sandpit.
626     We finished around 7 p.m. and I was dropped off at my Bed and Breakfast in
27 Ipswich feeling dirty, frightened and lonely. If you don't live locally it would be more fun
28 to go parachuting with a friend. As it was, I had the whole evening to myself to hope
29 desperately that the following day 's weather would be too bad for us to jump. It was, and
30 part of me felt dreadfully cheated. By midday, after yet more practice and a wonderfully
31 encouraging pep talk, I felt quite optimistic about the whole thing. There is a 50/50
32 chance that bad weather will postpone your first jump but you can go back and do it any
33 time up to a month later without repeating the course.
734     In the three weeks before I could jump my optimism had worn off. In fact, I was so
35 frightened that the day took on an air of unreality and I changed into overalls, boots and
36 helmet, and put on the parachute almost automatically. When, at 4.15, we were told to get
37 into the plane, it was only the prospect of looking a fool in front of everyone that stopped
38 me from totally losing control of myself.
839     Up in the air, you could smell the fear in our sweat, but I was almost enjoying
40 myself by this time because I had decided that no one could make me jump if I didn't
41 want to. Even as I sat in the open doorway, legs dangling into the air, I still didn't intend
42 to do it. Then there was a hand on my shoulder, the instructor shouted 'Go!' and ... I went.
43 I can't honestly say that I jumped - I was definitely 'encouraged' out of the plane.
944     Afterwards, I experienced a curious anti-climax. I felt shaky, bruised and
45 desperately tired - not in the least cheerful or excited. As I walked across the airfield, I
46 wondered if I would ever do it again. And the answer was no, not in a million years. But I
47 was pleased as Punch that I'd done it, and the story got better in the telling!
 
     from Good Housekeeping, May 1986