In other words, you pre-tie as much as possible, go to the scene, strip, tie, suspend, take pictures, get down, and GO. Hence, a Rope & Go.
A friend and I developed this term last weekend while I was standing naked under a train trestle. He was in the process of rigging me for a suspension. I was holding up my hair, swatting away the bugs that were feasting on me during the muggy, May evening. .I was also the lookout. We could hear what sounded like a backyard party through some thick brush, probably 50 yards from us, if that. Voices were loud, boozy. We realized that it was Cinco de Mayo. No wonder. The local university graduation was today as well. We really picked a great day for this. Nothing was stopping us now though, not even the people walking their dogs, just a few yards away, in complete sight… if only they turned their heads. We tested the beams and up I went. It was his first suspension. He was proud. I was proud for him. I knew we should get the hell out of there. Jesus, there was an entire row of cars parked facing in our direction, and I was naked, hanging from a bunch of rope.
Still, I couldn’t help but to dangle there for just a bit. It’s easy to Rope. It’s harder to Go.
By the way, this has been added to Curvaceous Dee’s Scavenger Hunt. It’s my first one, listed under the location of “Bridge.” It won me the Bronze Award.