http://adam-parer.blogspot.com/2009/12/survival.html

Then the equipment broke apart and instantly there was no more
‘G’. I could reach for the parachute but it was jammed.

Free-falling was almost surreal. The vision of earth all that way below moving
up at such a rate and the eventual deafening sound of airflow confirmed I was
plummeting with nothing more than a damaged harness and virgin parachute, the
bare essentials and my only chance of survival.

It could have been a lot worse.

On more than one occasion I’ve heard others criticize my decision to connect
parachute to harness instead of to the mains carabineer. If I had taken their
advice the glider would have had a very soft landing under canopy that day.