OFF HIS ROCKER ON A B707 LADDER RUN

This ain't your typical hangar. We're talkin' a full-on B707, engine vibrating, and we're climbing this ladder like it's a monkey bars. The wind's howlin' in our ears, the ground's disappearing below, and I swear I saw a eagle divebombing past. This is the kind of rush that sticks with you. There's somethin'electrifying about being up there, stari