Wing Walkers are a breed that I will never understand. I can't imagine in my wildest dreams having the courage to step out on the wing of a plane in flight.

There have actually been wing walkers that have moved from one plane to the next in mid air. For just a moment, clear your mind and step into this person's boots. You are battling 100 mile an hour winds. A Kevlar strap is holding you onto ringlets in the wing. The plane climbs to vertical, begins to stall and in one motion you are upside down hanging from the wing with blood rushing to your head and everything that is natural on this earth is trying to pull you to the ground into oblivion.

What must it be like that first time...not knowing what to expect? Do you just want it to be over with...to be back on solid ground? I love to fly, but to stand on the edge of a building looking over the rail to the ground almost makes me pass out....this has to be the same feeling.

I have been up to the top of the John Hancock, Sears Tower and World Trade Center...just long enough to say that I have done it...I was back on the ground floors as quickly as the elevator would get me there. Before I die, I want to whitewater ride the grand canyon, hitch across Europe again, drive one lap at the Indy 500...but never...never walk on the wing of an airplane.