My head was down but crested slightly above the jersey barriers in the median. Weaving in and out of the huge white cables I tried my best to not be spotted by the cops. I was walking where I wasn’t supposed to. Out of nowhere, I hear a prop plane in the distance. I looked up and spotted it, quickly set my focus to track it, then fired away like a flailing tourist in Time Square. I wish that perfectly placed plane was intentional, but it wasn’t. Just got lucky.