No mater how sucky the service, no mater how cramped the seats, I’m always excited about flying. I’ve flown in the Cessna 172 and 152, the Beach Bonanza, de Havilland Otter, Boeing 707, 727, 737, 747, 757, 777; DC-8, DC-9, L1011, MD-80 and others I can’t remember. (mostly commercial prop planes in the mid to late 60s) I was a mechanic on CH-53Ds in the Marine Corps and spent many hours making sure hydraulic fluid was still dripping on my head. (If it stops dripping you’re gonna crash because you just lost the hydraulics.)
I was flying to Philly last night at midnight (EDT), looking down at the lights of cities and towns, and I was thinking about the wonders of flying at 35,000 feet in a shiny tube and how I’m living science fiction.
If you’re one of those people who are so bored with flying you don’t even bother to look out the window, you’ve lost your soul.
