Keith, at 19:39 on May 18 1995, you wrote to Bill Grimsley...

KR> flying, these days, is so boring that the take off is the only bit of 
KR> excitement left (: i think i've felt nervous about takeoff 3 times

BG> I don't feel nervous any more.  One joint, and I couldn't give a fuck.

KR> never tried that, you cant smoke on any aircraft anymore anyway. 

No, I meant beforehand, not on the aircraft itself.  It's too late then.

KR> in the days when the computer business still had some money i used 
KR> to fly business class, and they do a good job of filling you up 
KR> with champers before take off. these days its back to the cattle 
KR> trucks, i know that after flying boston-chicago-la-sydney cattle 
KR> class i didn't want to see a 747 again for a while (:

Have you seen the new experimental 777 in the news recently?  That's one
BIG motherfucker of an aeroplane!  More like a flying auditorium IMO.

KR> 3 sitting in the back seat of an ancient jet trainer (no ejector 

BG> A Macchi?

KR> no worse than that, a meteor! 

Jesus, they were one of the very first jet-powered aircraft too.  Or maybe
I'm thinking of the old English-Electric (which was a funny name for a
plane).

BG> Bob and Paul (and Rod too, I guess) will all be thinking "what a 
BG> fuckwit, he doesn't like flying commercial, but would gladly strap 
BG> himself into one of those deathtraps".  Maybe they _are_ more 
BG> dangerous, but if I crash, it'll be my own fault, and not some 
BG> other bastard's.  |-)

KR> exactly, if i die, i'd rather it was my fuckup than someone else's

I guess that makes both of us as just loony as each other then. :)

Regards, Bill
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