Mate got hold of a para glider about 20 years ago, we took it to the highest hill around, Holcomb hill Bury. I said I'd go up in it first, mates were worried so they clipped a climbing rope to the harness and 2 of them kept hold of the end if it..
Tried taking off twice by running off the edge of this hill before realising we had it the wrong way round
none of us had ever used one before it was learn as we go..
3rd time we put it right way, ran off the edge and I just shot up to the full length of the rope in less than 2 seconds about 150ft ..
I was flying
but the bad news started then.. The wind was taking me up and off the edge of this hill and it was dragging both my mates along the ground as well.. I remember looking down at them trying to save me flying off into the sky and then looking up to see one corner of the chute swing around and come whizzing past my face and across my body..
With being tied to the rope it had no where to go and it just eventually twisted me around and slammed me into the hillside.
Once my mates had jumped on the chute to stop it dragging me across the ground I looked at where I'd stopped and hit the ground, there was rocks sticking out all over.. I got lucky and was winded, bruised and covered in rope burns around my neck and arms, only had jeans and a T-shirt on
My mates never took a turn after that and we sold it on soon after.. Still laugh about it now and talk about the big what if- I'd never had the rope tied to me, how high and far would I have gone up and over the moors before crash landing some where