Much as I dream of a more genteel age of modern airship travel, I’m a
pretty happy jet traveler. I get the feeling I’m the minority in this.
It seems popular to complain about flying.
enjoyable, at least as far as the actual flying part. I might get a
little jittery in the days leading up to a trip, but once I’m at the
airport I’m happy as a clam. Sure, security sucks, but I can’t remember the last time I was in a
badly backed-up security line. Airports have bookstores that always carry Terry Pratchett novels.
They usually have a wide variety of tasty food, fancy coffee, and beer
available. A little overpriced, but darned convenient. Airports are one of the few places I can find a shoeshine stand. I pay the extra $10 so I always get an A-group boarding pass on
Southwest, so I can find myself a window seat on the right side of the
plane. As a smallish person I find airplane seats perfectly adequate. Sure,
the legroom could be a bit more, but it’s enough. And as a general
rule I’m not averse to sitting for long periods. I carry a travel pillow, and I’ve had some of the best naps of my life
on board planes. The white noise of the engine, and the gentle
vibration lull me instantly to sleep. On one or two flights I’ve
fallen asleep at the departure gate and woke up taxiing to the arrival
gate. I try to always fly Southwest, and I just love their flight crews. On
my last flight one of the crew led the whole plane in a sitting
stretch routine midway through the flight. I actually enjoy turbulence. That’s not a joke or a tough-guy thing; I
think it’s fun. I know the airframes are built to stand it so it
doesn’t worry me. There’s always something to see out the window. Today I saw a crater
lake. Nightime lightning strikes in distant thunderheads are
mesmerizing. I always check a bag. No worrying about 3oz bottles or my razor being
a “weapon” or trying to fit a bag in overcrowded overhead bins. I
love being able to walk around with just a backpack while my luggage
follows me from airport to airport. I don’t get how everyone bolts up from their seats at the end of the
flight… then stands there for 15 minutes while the people ahead of
them filter out. I’ve never been THAT desperate to get out of my seat. Air travel is expensive, and I hate that it takes me away from my
family. But the actual process is just as magical and fun as it was
when I was a kid, and with the exception of tall people who don’t fit
in the seats, I don’t get why people hate it so.