Plane crashes.
Not in a morbid sense, but rather I like reading the NTSB reports about how the holes in the Swiss Cheese model line up. There are several Youtube channels that give detailed breakdowns on accidents that I like to watch as well.
Why?
It started when I was 19 when I saw the aftermath of United 232. My parents and I were driving through Sioux City IA about 4 hours after the crash. Fortunately, the highway was far enough away that only the larger parts of the plane could be seen. Bodies were not visible or had already been removed. That was 37 years ago and I still remember it like it was still happening.
I launched into learning everything I could about what happened to that airplane.
I had done the same thing with other accidents as well. Like many my age, I watch the Challenger accident live and Chernobyl happened that same year as well.
Add to that, in the 90’s I started skydiving. My home DZ flew two Beech 18’s. In one aircraft I experienced engine problems twice that elicited a bail out of all the jumpers. On both occasions the plane landed safely and put back into service after the engine was repaired, or replaced. The other Beech 18 I actually experienced a crash. It was fuel starvation on climb out and the pilot, who was the Drop Zone Owner, was flying. He put the plane down in a corn field off the end of the runway. All the jumpers except one got into the other Beech and jumped.
That just fed my curiosity. And yes, I still jumped after all of those occurrences. The crash actually happened first. I just tell it chronologically backward as it was the most serious of the incidents.
I also think that my studying of aviation accidents made me a better and safer skydiver. I was always thinking in terms in how things were lining up to allow bad things to happen. Not that I didn’t have close calls, I even wrote about one of them in a previous post, but I never experienced any major injuries in my 4500 jumps.






I’m 6 years away from getting Social Security… Which means I’ll get to it about the time to see some billionaire buy another boat with what was left in the Social Security fund.
I wish my wife would be up for this, but I’m damn close to selling everything and buying a boat then fucking off to the south Pacific until I die. The problem is she gets motion sickness from standing still. She’d never be able to live on a boat.