I am not a white knuckle flier – in fact, i enjoy it! Whether it’s in a small plane, buzzing corn mazes in the autumn or in a jet-powered thermos tube traveling at ridiculous speeds from 6 miles up, i always have a “Hey, wow! I’m flying!” moment along the way.
Not being a pilot (yet), i don’t know intricacies of modern flight, but i know enough not to worry. Whether it’s my awareness of non-destructive evaluation, flight-line maintenance, “design for redundancy” or a basic understanding of air traffic control procedures, i am generally not nervous on an airplane. It’s a chance to read, listen to tunes and nap while defying gravity.
Logically, i know statistically that my chances of dying in a plane crash are much lower than dying in the car on the way to the airport.
Despite this knowledge, i have one pre-flight ritual that i simply can’t shake. i’ve been doing this for over a decade. Whenever i’m headed to an airport i make sure that my bra and panties match exactly. Not just ‘blue and blue’, or ‘leather and leather’ but the exact make, model and color from the manufacturer.
If my parts need reassembly after an air disaster, it might be helpful if Top A matches Bottom B…
And with that, i’m off on another business trip… Surf’s up!
Trailer Park Refugee 
