After shaving off enough drag, your freefall went from 290 km/h to 400 km/h in seven seconds. The approaching static and moving lights of the city beneath started to take shape. Through the dusk, flashing blues and pale whites soon made moving matrices. Within those nano seconds you ponder - why was I on that aircraft and WHY did I jump out of it. This was a strange day. But then the rushing lights below, which you'd soon meet, reminded you exactly of your Blue Grey Gach Lá jacket! Smiling, all became calm.
- Cloth by John Foster
- Wool/cotton/nylon/viscose blend
- Horn buttons
- Half lined in cotton
- Dry clean only