You know that cool, blue, 250 foot construction crane by Powell's downtown?

Done.

DW got the first exit, sure, but I won the contest for who could standup land closest to the fat a$$ security guard sitting in his car at the construction site. I estimate no more than 12 feet from my touchdown to his box of donuts and lukewarm coffee on his lap.

You'll be glad to know that, in this time of random and completely unspecified terrorist "threat warnings" issued by our fascist Attorney General (the indomitable Mr. Ashcroft, recently beaten in a Seanate race by a dead man. . . but I digress), you will all feel safer in your bed tonight to know that this crack security expert's immediate response to two canopies opening right over his car was. . . nothing.

Only when notified by some local homies that something funky had just gone down (right over his goddamned head) did our donut-eating, eagle-eyed Robo-quasi-cop jump to the rescue. Actually, he just jumped out of his car and waved a talkie talkie around a bit. This apparently let the other guards on the way back from the donut shop know to keep on the lookout for, err, something about parachutes or something. As we drove out of the neighborhood, these paragons of protection were randomly stopping people on the street to ask them questions.

Who knows. . . maybe someone they stopped gave them some good advice. Heck, maybe they even gave those poor fat bastards a clue. Oh. my oh my.

We get bonus points for jumping this tech little object in a crosswind, with the landing area constrained on three sides by tram lines and construction debris. Side four was a very solid-looking building. Did I mention the crosswind?

I don't expect we'll be seeing a line of eager jumpers at the base of this one, no sir. But it sure as heII brought a smile to my face. . . especially after that head-down 110 rightie of CP in a West wind earlier in the day. Cripes.

Peace out,

D-d0g
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