![]() At 730 feet high, it offered an alluring full three seconds of free-fall. ![]() The math said we’d be traveling 66 mph when we hit the ground, so despite my new-found enthusiasm for jumping off bridges, the tiny remnant of my logical brain said accelerating 0-60 in less than 3 seconds was quite unnatural.Īfter the two jumps, Hot Girl with the long red curls and Porsche 914 invited me to jump off the fourth highest bridge in the United States, the nearby Foresthill Bridge. The second half of that 3 seconds was for the bungee to stretch to its maximum elasticity and then shoot us back into the air. We were told we’d get about 1.5 seconds of free fall as it would take a total of 3 seconds to hit the ground. A search was underway Friday by 4:22 p.m., Placer County Sheriff’s Office. Arriving at dusk, we waited for the sun to set providing darkness to conceal our illicit activity while revealing the glow of the Milky Way in the crisp mountain sky above.įorcing my body to reject all logic and reasonable thought, I jumped into the thin mountain air while an immediate thought flashed across my brain, I just jumped off a perfectly good bridge, the second thought that occurs to you is abject adrenalized fear as your body accelerates at 32 feet per second according to my then physics professor, Mr. Deputies are searching for the remains of a man who jumped from the Foresthill Bridge in Auburn Friday. The directions took us up Wentworth Springs Rd to Eleven Pines Rd. We had some written directions to the meet spot which I compared against a paper map in my lap. My friend with the long red curls picked me up in her ’76 Porsche 914 and we headed into the Sierra Nevada Mountains. To lessen the chance of being noticed partaking in our nefarious scheme, the jump would be at night in the dark. This activity is quite illegal of course but that wasn’t going to deter us. A few feet of water in the river below us would protect us if something went wrong. The bridge is 150 feet over the Rubicon River in the canyon below. The bridge we planned to jump off was the Eleven Pines Bridge over the Rubicon River. All the other kids were headed out to the bars & clubs, we were headed into the mountains to jump off bridges. Now being young, jumping off a perfectly good bridge with a cute redhead sounded like great fun for a Friday night. She was a cute redhead and had a Porsche. A friend asked if I wanted to jump off a perfectly good bridge, attached to an elastic tether known as a bungee.
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