The best ideas are the ones that can leave you in a flaming pile of bones and rubble at the bottom of a cliff, but don’t. If a plan can’t go spectacularly wrong, then it really isn’t worth doing. No risk leads to no reward, which leaves you with no fun. Of course, there are some things that I wouldn’t recommend doing. I wouldn’t jump off the Eiffel Tower wearing a home-made parachute, and I wouldn’t eat at Arby’s if you drove up to my house with a dump-truck full of 100-dollar bills. Some things are all risk, no reward, and in the case of Arby’s: prolonged, agonizing death. At least jumping off the Eiffel Tower will put you out of your misery quickly.

Personally, I probably wouldn’t have driven off the side of the mountain with a parachute duct-taped to my snowmobile, but to each their own. It went well, so I can’t judge — and if it didn’t go well I wouldn’t judge anyways, because that was some butt-puckering action. I know that Finland isn’t exactly the happiest place on Earth, but you’d think the Finns would have a greater sense of self-preservation.

I suppose driving a snowmobile off a cliff is a lot more appealing than living in a lot of places in Northern Europe, but surviving a stunt like this must be immensely disappointing because when you land you’re still in Finland.