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 stairway to heaven. The wind's whippin' in our ears, the ground's disappearing below, and I swear I saw a falcon soaring past. This is the kind of trip that sticks with you. There's somethin'electrifying about being up there, star