OFF HIS ROCKER ON A B707 LADDER RUN

This ain't your typical airport. We're talkin' a wild B707, engine roaring, and we're straddling 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 hawk soaring past. This is the kind of adventure that sticks with you. There's somethin'hypnotic about being up there, watchin' down at