Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Fear of Flying/Fear of Frying

OK I admit it, very view of the people who know me will believe it, even if you don't know me and just listen to my daily radio programs you're going to be surprised. I am a white knuckle flyer. It's a secret I've been keeping for decades now but finially I have the nerve to tell you about it. From my first flight taken back in the winter of 1973 to my last flight to Germany in the winter of 2005, I'm a total fraidy cat! If you'd like to find out more about the many airplanes I've been on, will give you lots of pictures and some stories of my experiences in the air. Click Here

I wish I had maintained a Diary of every flight I've been on. Countless take-offs and landings, sometimes many on one flight. (Denver, Rapid City, Sioux Falls, Fargo, Winnipeg was the worst) Each time I get on a well maintained, excellent service record, highly trained staff, government licensed, inspected, guarded airplane, I make my peace with my Creator and fully plan to hit the ground going somewhere close to terminal velocity. Yet I can get on friends private propeller driven, 1970's constructed, wing flaps held on with a bent nail and radios not working, seldom inspected, using old winter gas, flying boxkites and head out in the middle of winter, or 120 degree desert days in Southern Nevada, and not even take along a bottle of water. Go figure. Just know that if you fly with me on a commercial flight, you'll think you're flying with a different person, cause I'm sure it's the last hours or minutes of my life. Bon Voyage!