You can call me a sissy all you want, but I got sweaty palms watching this. Just keep in mind that if you do decide to call me a sissy I will punch you in the face. Because, while I'm genuinely terrified of falling 120-feet to my death on a bicycle, I am not afraid of some good old fashioned combat. You know how many fights I've been in? All of them. And I've always been on the winning side. You know what my secret to success is? "Living in fantasy land?" No -- never picking sides until the fight is ending, then rushing out on the battlefield apologizing you just had to take a monster shit. Works like a charm.
Keep going for the video.
Thanks to PYY, who was convinced this was an alternate ending to Thelma and Loise for a second. Peaches.