XAN'D OUT ON A B707 LADDER RUN

This ain't your typical hangar. We're talkin' a straight-up B707, engine roaring, and we're scaling this ladder like it's a monkey bars. The wind's howlin' in our ears, the ground's shrinking below, and I swear I saw a hawk gliding past. This is the kind of trip that sticks with you. There's somethin'magical about being up there, lookin' down at t