To be totally accurate it was a leopard skin man thong, but I forgot it when I was packing. I really had images of my glorious ascent that went like this: I'm wearing only my man thong, boots and helmet. As I ascend higher on the route I start to get pumped. I take a giant crowd pleasing whipper. As the rope starts to catch me it shockloads my man thong, causing catastrophic failure. The crowd gasps in horror. Children scream, women faint, fade to black.