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I’m not an adrenaline junkie type of extreme sports person, but there is something about wingsuits that have always appealed to some dark corner of my subconscious. Who doesn’t occasionally dream about flying?
My thoughts can wander off in the same way. Then I bend over to pick up something, feel a kink in my back and that’s all the adventure I can handle in a day.
That’s called falling… With style!
Cars can do it too now!
Gamle Strynefjellsveg? Either that, or somewhere that looks extremely similar.
Trollstigen, near Åndalsnes.
Notert.
What a dangerous way to spread chemtrails.
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