A couple of recent posts have mentioned the fear associated with flying. Raphy excepted of course, he would like nothing better than to be up front with joystick thingy.
Where better to recount your flying experiences.
How was it for you?
Have you joined the 5 mile high club or do you sit quaking until the wheels jar on the tarmac?
Here is a little tale to kick off.
Flying back from Frankfurt, Germany in the mid 1970's the plane gathered itself at the end of the runway, engines roared and we accelerated down the track.
I'm slightly nervous, more from claustaphobia than anything, and usually get a window seat to relieve my tension. I thought the plane was taking a hell of a long time to get off the ground and had started wondering just how long the runway might be when we suddenly decelerated, engines thrown into reverse.
The only message from the cockpit was:
"We are just going to try that again."
We taxied back and took off second time around. (After a short delay and no end of people running around outside)
I wanted to see a notorised copy of his pilot liicence, the wiring diagrams and a priest. I was placated with a couple of g&t's. Now I am uniquely relieved when I know we have actually taken off and I'm not going to hear the roar of reversing engines.
NL
Where better to recount your flying experiences.
How was it for you?
Have you joined the 5 mile high club or do you sit quaking until the wheels jar on the tarmac?
Here is a little tale to kick off.
Flying back from Frankfurt, Germany in the mid 1970's the plane gathered itself at the end of the runway, engines roared and we accelerated down the track.
I'm slightly nervous, more from claustaphobia than anything, and usually get a window seat to relieve my tension. I thought the plane was taking a hell of a long time to get off the ground and had started wondering just how long the runway might be when we suddenly decelerated, engines thrown into reverse.
The only message from the cockpit was:
"We are just going to try that again."
We taxied back and took off second time around. (After a short delay and no end of people running around outside)
I wanted to see a notorised copy of his pilot liicence, the wiring diagrams and a priest. I was placated with a couple of g&t's. Now I am uniquely relieved when I know we have actually taken off and I'm not going to hear the roar of reversing engines.
NL