Butterflies
Sunday, March 28, 2004Going there again tomorrow. Via Chicago.
My stomach has already plaited itself just thinking about the bit where the engines start up and the tin can with all us fragile lumps of pinky watery stuff bobbling around inside begins to hurtle down the tarmac.
Note to self: stop being a wuss.
Yeehaw! City of my wayward adolescence. Don’t forget to, uh, say hello to the Coca-Cola factory….
RobynMarch 28th, 2004 at 6:13 pm
And if you can sneak away, get yer ass up here to NYC!
ChrisMarch 28th, 2004 at 6:23 pm
I believe the chance of dying in a plane crash is 1 in 10 million. For reference the chance of choking to death on your food is 1 in 250,000. (from new scientist).
MikeMarch 29th, 2004 at 7:25 am
I *love* flying! It’s amazing! It’s amazing because it seems so impossible and yet it’s mathematically possible and therefore it is humanly possible. All because of i. How random.
pennyMarch 29th, 2004 at 3:56 pm
have a good trip simon. can’t wait to see the photos.
mishieMarch 30th, 2004 at 6:11 am
Glastonbury tickets. You big bastard. :p
pennyApril 2nd, 2004 at 1:33 pm
I love that bit, after hours of tickets, queues, systems, schedules, computers, TV monitors, security checks, customs, passports, and expensive coffees, where you are sat at the end of the runway, and the pilot just floors it and hopes for the best. Everything shakes, bumps, and rattles, and then you’re airborne! After all that human control and order, it comes down to simple physics - if you don’t get going fast enough, you ain’t taking off!
Even better in a tiny little plane, where you can pat the pilot on the shoulder, and your co-pilot is a fat american woman who wouldn’t fit in any of the passenger seats.
MartynApril 12th, 2004 at 2:21 pm
That’s the best bit of flying…
LyleApril 28th, 2004 at 12:14 pm