I use to love that spinning ride that pins you to the wall at the amusement park and then slowly drops the floor, leaving you hanging there. I don't know how many G's it exerts on you but it was fun.....

Except I tried it last sumer and felt distinctly shaky afterwards, which is a bit sad. I wonder if you eventually reach an age where coasters and other rides are no longer safe.

At any age though, 46G's is madness.

 

Amazing man. Never heard of this guy before.

 

"Decelerating at that speed before had never been done before..." hmm, I wonder why!

Look at the decel rate in modern race car crashes...  Brack was 193 G's; highest recorded, Bianchi was 92 G's, Alonso and Sainz were both 46 G's...   No idea what Hinch was in Indy probably 100+...  

There is a reason a good race seat can cost in excess of $15,000

I believe two places, mission space at Epcot and the revolution at socals magic mountain have given me the most sustained G's in a ride, mission space a bit longer.  However the teacups at the Disney parks can make you pull an amazing amount of G's if you and your "loved" ones are strong enough to spin them fast enough.  My wife and daughter could torch-er my old body on the teacups and they would laugh as my jowls went to the back of my face until I cried out for their mercy.  Once they gave it to me I would grab the wheel and get my revenge, since I could sustain more G's than they could having played football in my youth and been "dogpiled" many times in practice and in our real games, lol.  I also, being the tinyest would be on top of the old "gymnastics" pyramid.  I was good at it, the pyramid would fall underneath me, and for an instant I would be suspended in weightlessness before slamming back down into my classmates, one landing just light enough on my face not to damage my teeth but get a mouthful of dust, to the fear then astonishment of my gym teacher and still good friend today, 44 years later.

Coming into JFK in 77 I felt the most severe G's I have ever felt in an aircraft as we descended thru a meso cyclone just west of the airport, over Scranton PA.   We were tossed around so hard some of the passengers were screaming, me I just listened to Seals and Croft's get closer and the song "Here Come's the Express" from I do not know who, and I fastened my seatbelt.  We cleared the weather, landed, the weather passed over the airport and then as we flew on to Munich we had to go thru it again in our DC8-63 as it took off just before the far threshold of the runway under the weight of the pouring rain on the wings.  Again we took off at an insanely steep angle, the steepest in any aircraft, outside of my stall training in my flight lessons, until we punched thru the deck into the clear sky above.  We were all quiet and then the captain came on and told us we were the last flight to make it out of JFK towards Europe, all other flights were grounded due to our flight report about the severe chop.  But it gave me faith in the sturdiness of the DC8-63 and the DC aircraft in general, and I was a big fan of them while road warrior and transatlantic traveler, and Boeings as well, and Airbusses, all the aircraft I have flown on, except for Microlights, I praise.

John