I thought I was the only one crazy (read as dumb) enough to dive head first. I did it a few times before the big Ricks renovation. At the time the diving pad was pushed back from the edge of the cliff, and I was actually scared because I couldn’t see directly below. By jumping head first I thought I would be able to see where I was going. I guess the rum punch made me believe I could do something about it at that point.
These days I won’t even jump feet first. My fear now is I’ll knock my bad back out. At least I have the memories of being young and dumb (and drunk) to reminisce when I’m old and crusty.
The last time I was at Catcha I dove head first from one of the high points, and it scared the bejesus out of me.