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 scaling this ladder like it's a jungle gym. The wind's whippin' in our ears, the ground's disappearing below, and I swear I saw a eagle gliding past. This is the kind of rush that changes your perspective. There's somethin'hypnotic about being up there, stari