tell me again why we can't just fly over the bridge?

I'm in northern California, driving through some very picturesque mountainous forest in a convertible with a friend.  We are heading toward a bridge, but the car isn't moving as fast as I'd like, so I stand up with my head above the windshield, hoping this somehow gives us more speed.

Perspective changes and I'm now in Jeff's helicopter.  We fly halfway over the bridge and then turn back.  Jeff is heading toward the helipad at the base of the bridge, but we were too fast and missed it.  Second attempt, but now I'm in a parachute. I land on the helipad as if I was sliding down a slide and Jeff is there to catch my feet at the end.