A fight breaks out
So I'm stoked. And if Rumble the Thunder mascot can do it with a video cam screwed directly to his mascot head, I figure I can too. However, as I look over the edge, a fight breaks out. It's in my head between my "higher" brain functions and my "lizard brain." The intellectual part assures me this is statistically way safer than the drive through traffic to get here, while the primitive part says, "Pardon me, but millions of years of evolution suggest this is not a prudent move."
I go with the traffic argument. I lean back, squeeze the red descender handle, and I'm on my way. After the first 30 feet, I come to the first of about two dozen sloping window ledges, perfect spots to plant my feet. I even pass a few offices with people busy at work not noticing the guy dangling above that target on the plaza.
Too soon, I'm on the ground again. I missed the target. But I had a blast.
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