Given To Fly
Posted by Rey
Last year, around this time (but I didn’t post about it), I was boarding a small, seemingly antique propeller-powered plane after being stuck in way-too-modern airport for roughly 10 hours waiting for Boston weather to clear up. My brother, flying in from Jersey, was in the same predicament but his airport had the benefit (spelled luxury) of major airlines, various flights and nice planes.Not that I enjoy flying to begin with. It’s a superpower that I would do poorly with; never going higher than four feet and that with much trepidation. Plus, with all my reading I would know that my super power (and the plane) is likely to fail the first five minutes of flight or the five minutes before landing.
Statistically more people die in car accidents but the fact is that most people also walk away from fender benders: can’t say the same thing for planes. And it’s not like I fear dying, it’’s the whole plummeting to earth at several hundred miles per hour bit that rattles me.
So, when I was finally en-route to Boston, with wide eyes and clenched fists I noted every detail: the rattling of the plane; the absurd volume of the propellers; the wind and rain being pulverized by spinning and the uncomfortable tightness between the seats; and I decided two things.
One: Next time I ride with noise reduction headphones (check).
Two: 2007, I’m flying from D.C. via a major airline. (double check).
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May 22nd, 2007 at 10:57 pm
Those little single engine prop planes can be scary :O
The wife does not mind flying and although I am not too bothered by it I try not to unless absolutely necessary.I would much rather drive.