Because SCUBA diving in a sediment-laden cave isn’t potentially dangerous enough.
Because free-falling at 240km per hour before (hopefully) opening a parachute isn’t enough of a thrill.
Nope, these guys have taken extreme sports that one step further. No, they didn’t combine bungee-jumping with bazooka target practice, or crocodile wrestling with roller hockey (I’d so pay to watch that…). They decided that THE best option to add to the multitude of adrenaline-fuelled activities which allow one to pay for the privilege of shouting “up yours!!!!” at the Grim Reaper is… ironing.
The result of this clearly alcohol-induced brainfart could be discussed, explained and analysed at length here, but you just need to see for yourselves. Click the picture of the Darwin Awards candidate below to check out a gallery of pictures of people busily attempting “Extreme Ironing” over at theChive.
Wikipedia even has a page devoted to the sport. Read it by clicking here.
But wait, there’s more! (Isn’t there always?). There’s even an official “Extreme Ironing Bureau” with their own website, loads of photos, and all the info you could possibly need or want. Although it begs the question: How much info could one really need? I mean, pick your favourite extreme sport, and just make sure you don’t forget to pack your iron. Simple.
