Not that I ever will again, but....
April 7, 2020 at 3:21 pm
(This post was last modified: April 7, 2020 at 3:25 pm by Brian37.)
Every so often, when I get brain dead, now that I have the means, I get drunk, and think about the places I have been, and want to go again, and have TWICE in the past two years, put my ass on a missile 40k feet up, bouncing around like a ping pong ball, wondering why the fuck I tricked myself into going.
Flying would not bother me if it was always smooth as glass. I have noticed that during certain local conditions under clear skies and slower planes, the ride seems smoother. I'd love to visit Japan again, and even visit the ruins of Pompeii. Shit, I would also love to visit Darwin Australia just because of the name. BUT THOR FUCKING DAMN IT, why cant humans invent a passenger jet that DOESN'T bounce around like ping pong balls in a jar!
If it weren't for turbulence, I would probably be broke by now.
Flying would not bother me if it was always smooth as glass. I have noticed that during certain local conditions under clear skies and slower planes, the ride seems smoother. I'd love to visit Japan again, and even visit the ruins of Pompeii. Shit, I would also love to visit Darwin Australia just because of the name. BUT THOR FUCKING DAMN IT, why cant humans invent a passenger jet that DOESN'T bounce around like ping pong balls in a jar!
If it weren't for turbulence, I would probably be broke by now.