When I become an eccentric millionaire (or, sadly, more realistically, "if"), I'm building a climbing wall and getting that fella in as a guest setter. I might even dedicate a special "Pedriza room" to him. The dream: ladders of nasty crimps on a huge expanse of flat 20-40 degree walls, mainly wooden holds, no slopers, and no volumes (well, maybe a few, if they have crimps screwed-on). People under 30 y.o are only allowed entry if they have medically proven low serotonin levels. Anyone who uses the woodie room for yoga, chin-up competitions, prolonged stretching sessions etc., which involve lolling around beneath a woodie, will be tasered without mercy or warning.