And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
Wednesday, January 5, 2022
After this experience, Hong will wake up screaming for the next ten years
I had a bad attack of acrophobia many years ago walking across the Royal Gorge Bridge in Colorado. I had walked across it many times previously. I just froze for about a minute. It took everything I could muster to force myself to walk the rest of the way across. I rode the tram back to the parking lot side without ever looking out of the windows. Perfectly solid and sound bridge. No danger. Just a bad case of illogical freak out.
I can normally override my dislike of heights, but every once in a while it hits me like a sledgehammer.
I feel for the guy in a big way. About 40 years ago I was helping my brother build his house. The basement walls had been poured and he was running back and forth on the basement support beam, about 5 inches wide. I had the brilliant thought to give that a try. I got 8 feet out on the beam and froze. It took me 20 minutes to go back the 8 feet and get off. The was 9 stinking feet. The guy on the cable ain't going nowhere. Getting him out of that situation is going to be one hell of a delicate operation.
I had a moment of sanity like that on a tower. Homebuilt square section tower with a pipe mast to extend the height. The nuts holding the mast were rotted. It was in Galveston, the old KILE tower. I figured even if they all fell out, it wasn't going anywhere... so, up 15 more feet. The foot pegs looked pretty rough... I'm only 30 feet from the top, just go. Then one failed under my weight and snapped off. And climbing became hugging. I tried for 15 minutes to will myself up the last bit, but that didn't happen. When the old wetware says, "enough", that's it.
Funny as heck. But how did he get that far along the wire without panicking?
ReplyDeleteDealt with this before,, he looked down after his foot wobble
DeleteLooks like he's got quite a load in his britches there... jus sayin'
ReplyDeleteI had a bad attack of acrophobia many years ago walking across the Royal Gorge Bridge in Colorado. I had walked across it many times previously. I just froze for about a minute. It took everything I could muster to force myself to walk the rest of the way across. I rode the tram back to the parking lot side without ever looking out of the windows. Perfectly solid and sound bridge. No danger. Just a bad case of illogical freak out.
ReplyDeleteI can normally override my dislike of heights, but every once in a while it hits me like a sledgehammer.
I have a similar fear, I have a fear of widths. If I see an Oldsmobile Toronado it freaks me out.
ReplyDeleteI feel for the guy in a big way. About 40 years ago I was helping my brother build his house. The basement walls had been poured and he was running back and forth on the basement support beam, about 5 inches wide. I had the brilliant thought to give that a try. I got 8 feet out on the beam and froze. It took me 20 minutes to go back the 8 feet and get off. The was 9 stinking feet. The guy on the cable ain't going nowhere. Getting him out of that situation is going to be one hell of a delicate operation.
ReplyDeleteIt's wearing bitch shoes so it's not surprising it's behaving like a little bitch.
ReplyDeleteCut the rope and get moving.
You don't wear steel capped boots when walking on a rope...
DeleteI had a moment of sanity like that on a tower. Homebuilt square section tower with a pipe mast to extend the height. The nuts holding the mast were rotted. It was in Galveston, the old KILE tower. I figured even if they all fell out, it wasn't going anywhere... so, up 15 more feet. The foot pegs looked pretty rough... I'm only 30 feet from the top, just go. Then one failed under my weight and snapped off. And climbing became hugging. I tried for 15 minutes to will myself up the last bit, but that didn't happen. When the old wetware says, "enough", that's it.
ReplyDelete"OOH OOH...Leg cwamp!!"
ReplyDeleteThat guy behind him....Doing the mental calculation.
ReplyDeleteMany in that particular sport usually wake up dead, not screaming...
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