OFF HIS ROCKER ON A B707 LADDER RUN

This ain't your typical hangar. We're talkin' a wild B707, engine thrumming, and we're scaling this ladder like it's a jungle gym. The wind's screamin' in our ears, the ground's fading below, and I swear I saw a eagle soaring past. This is the kind of rush that makes you feel alive. There's somethin'hypnotic about being up there, watchin' down at