Steve Trotter - 1995 - Second Successful Journey Over Niagara Falls

Second Successful Journey Over Niagara Falls

Ten years later on Father’s Day, June 18, 1995, Trotter went over the Falls again, becoming the second person to go over twice and survive. It was also the first-ever coed duo; Lori Martin joined Trotter for the barrel ride over the Falls. This time, the barrel was made from two water heater tanks welded together, coated in Kevlar, with an air supply for 90 minutes. The barrel, at a cost of $19,000, was reportedly paid for by an investment banker in Florida.

Trotter wound up receiving a compression fracture in his back as a result of the stunt.

This time the Niagara Parks Authority were less amused. Trotter spent two weeks in jail and was fined $14,700.

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