“When helmuts make little sense.”
- Fred
Hans Rey and Steve Peat defying death, gravity, the weather, and a security guard in Burren, Ireland. After a pub crawl the night before they got up early to ride the cliffs before the tourists got in the way.
Locals warned us of the upward drafts, that blow people off the cliffs - and sure enough the wind was picking up over night. We got an early start, and even the extra strong Italian coffee I brewed couldn’t clear our heads. Even though the conditions and weather were less than good, this was our one and only chance to ride the cliffs, so we did.
Photos by Victor Lucas
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