Jeremy Markovich: Cody Adams takes a drag off his cigarette, and looks over at Andy Smith.
"You scared yet?" he asks.
"Definitely scared," Smith tells him. "I'm trying to convince myself that I'm not."
"It's good to be scared," Adams says.
Adams and Smith stand in the fog in the middle of the 3,030 foot-long New River Gorge Bridge, in the dark blue of an October dawn in West Virginia, 876 feet above the water below. Adams is skinny, with a gray hoodie, a shaved head and camouflage pants. Smith wears his long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. He flashes a nervous smile through his beard. Both of them rode down from Pennsylvania with a group of 10 people. They drove six and a half hours to…
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