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My first basejump (full story in description)

Here's the video of my very first basejump, exactly 4 years ago. I had 90 skydives and I had been dreaming to jump for a while. I was feeding my brain with all kind of information I could find, and reading everything from the internet in every possible language. I had been following basejumpers on exit points for a couple of weeks to watch and learn, when suddenly, my friend Nicolas broke his leg on a bad landing on his 10th basejump. I helped him to walk to the car, stashed his gear and after 5 seconds of mandatory empathy I looked at him and said "Well... now that your leg is broken you don't need your parachute anymore! I can use it to do my first base". He looked at me, thinking I was joking. I was not! And I made him pack for me before taking him to the hospital! I wonder how I can still have friends! émoticône grin Some local jumpers offered me to give me a PCA in the afternoon, and that's how I arrived on that antenna, with a technical background mainly based on BlincMagazine, "The Great Book of Base" and "Confessions of an Idiot". We arrived on the exit point, I was scared, everybody was laughing, and a couple of minutes later, my life was changed forever! The 4 following years have been full of changes and experiences: I quit everything I had to become a base bum, learning to survive with no money, living in my car and following my passion. Some people thought I was doing the worst decision of my life and didn’t understand why I was going that way, but as Polli told me one day: if you have a parachute in your trunk, you’re not a bum, you’re just living the dream! And that’s one of the wisest sentence produced by his mad spirit! In the past 4 years, basejumping took me in many countries, it made me experience a lifetime of adventures with the most funny, crazy and creative people, all following together the same passion and not giving a fuck about the rest. I’ve been sitting at the bar with people who were totally different but united by their passion in common: ex-drug dealers sharing beers with special forces, wealthy guy buying a drink to the basebums, basebums giving secret jump info to the wealthy guy, super gay spartan-looking man showing to the base chicks how to properly swallow a banana, professional Dutch clown filmed by Kiwi wingsuiter blowing fire in freefall with a rabbit costume, punks teaching packing to pilots, TV star doing drugs with construction worker... basejumping is one of these few activities where social hierarchy doesn't exist, as nobody gives a fuck about where you're from because the only thing that matters is that you are here for the same reason than the rest of us. The only thing that saddened me is to have to deal with so many deaths lately. When you begin, you don’t know many people, but the more you jump, the more you know the community, and the more you see people around you disappearing. Since I started jumping, 32 people have died around me: some were close friends, some were occasional jumping buddies, some were just familiar faces that I used to meet at the exit point... but all of them had an interesting personality that is now missing in the community. Like every other basejumper, I have developped a really dark humor and a strong capability to deal with death: a harsh joke about the dead friend, a beer in his honor, a goodbye on Facebook and move on! People will always die, and it’s part of the activity. You hear enough about it before getting into base not to be suprised when it starts happening around you. But lately, many of the fatalities were preceded by close-calls, obvious warning alarms and were, indeed, really predictable. And even if accidents will always happen, a reasonable amount of self-limitation would have permitted to avoid sending enough of my friends to create every year a complete new football team in Valhalla. Monkeys, I will not be the base police: it’s your right to be passionate, it’s your right to do hard turns 2 feet from the ground at 100 mph, it’s your right to do whatever you want with your body if you are ready to pay the price for it. But as it’s my base birthday, I would like to ask you, as a present, to do everything you can to stay alive, because I enjoy way more your company at the pub than the postmortem videos of your badass performances. Never forget: the best base video you will ever see is not featured on Epic TV, it doesn’t show any hardcore-proxy-carving shit, it doesn’t have any logo or sponsors... the best base video is the DanceClass one that Tine did a couple of years ago, showing all the positive energy, the madness and wild spirits of our circus! It’s the only one that still makes me shiver when I watch it:    • DaNcEcLaSs Episode 3 - Happy Base-Dancing ...   Love you all motherfuckers! And can’t wait to see you this summer for some retarded ground-to-air action!