Flying Down a Bumpy Sky
I don't know if anyone but me flies a lot but it seems like there is a lot more turbulence than there used to be. I blame it on Al Gore. If he hadn't clued us in on all this global warming stuff, we probably would not have noticed. I am usually in the first 10 rows of coach if I am on United since I have status with them. Believe it or not, the ride is different in different parts of the plane. In First Class and the first part of coach, it's usually not too bouncy. However, when you are in the next-to-last row of a Southwest 737, you can feel like you are on an iron trampoline. I actually got bruises a couple of weeks ago coming into Denver. Now, because of the air flow over the mountains, it is never smooth coming into Denver but it's usually tolerable. This time, I was ready to start clawing at the exit. I don't get airsick but I sure get sick of moderate turbulence. I have never been in what they call severe turbulence and hope I never do. Logically, I know that it is not dangerous and that it would take a team of Godzillas to tear the wings off a commercial jet. However, it is sometimes hard to remember that when you are being flung side to side like a chew toy in a pit bull's mouth. I'm going to try my best to fly in the early morning before things heat up since it looks like there is not going to be any respite from thunderstorm season this year. I'm off to San Antonio this week where I will probably run into the remains of Hurrican Dolly. See you on the ground.
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7 comments:
Poor guy. Hang in there.
J.
Oh, I will. I don't have a choice. Fortunately, you can still buy whiskey on airplanes.
Safe travels, Dave. ;)
Ah yes, the summertime approach into Denver. I have never come back home when there has not been at least a couple of major bumps!
I really don't like flying. Simply for the turbulence issue. I guess it makes me a little nervous.
You are tough....I mean it.
I would have to be sedated.
Mr. Special K often reminds me that I've yet to experience 'bad' turbulence, to which I reply 'oh shit'.
I swear one pilot dropped us onto the runway in Nashville so hard I heard the breast implants seated next to me rupture.
Everyone clapped when he skidded to a stop. In his defence, it was storming. Still, my hubby says that was 'nothing'.
When flying through Detroit, I go into the ESPN sports bar and get "innoculated" so that I won't 'make a scene' should something unforseen occur.
lol
It's just a matter of finding a place within yourself to hide out while the bad shit is going on. I say Hail Marys a lot, which works pretty good for us Catholic folks. However, I also tell myself that, even if the plane crashes, I will probably be dead so fast I won't know it. And there will be a very rich widow in Parker, CO.
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