What fun! you may be thinking.
What starking, raving madness, I think. A dark night, a preferably naked coed crowd of suitably stewed sorts pumped for a thrilling - and potentially deadly - adventure.
This adventure needs experienced guides. Real experienced: since they are about to bungee off a bridge, they confidently pronounce that at this tide, there's plenty of water - the rocks are upstream. Not to worry. Nothing like last year's regrettable human splats.
They get harnessed up, stand on the edge of the bridge (something that seems higher than the Empire State building), and...jump.
Then, naked as wet jay birds, they climb 1000 feet back up to the bridge. Next time, hire a crane. And bring a couple of towels. And medics.
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