39 lines
2.1 KiB
Markdown
39 lines
2.1 KiB
Markdown
|
---
|
||
|
title: "Tbd_name"
|
||
|
date: 2023-11-07T17:34:55-07:00
|
||
|
draft: true
|
||
|
tags:
|
||
|
summary:
|
||
|
tocOpen: true
|
||
|
cover:
|
||
|
image: "/images/img.jpg"
|
||
|
# can also paste direct link from external site
|
||
|
# ex. https://i.ibb.co/K0HVPBd/paper-mod-profilemode.png
|
||
|
alt: ""
|
||
|
caption: ""
|
||
|
relative: false
|
||
|
---
|
||
|
|
||
|
I fly fairly frequently from where I live now to my home town. It's a convenient trip because there
|
||
|
are two conveniently located mini-boss sized airports close to both places. The (un)fortunate thing
|
||
|
about mini-boss sized airports are that they only attract the budget airline offerings. When you
|
||
|
purchase flights through these low-spec'd airlines, they try and swindle you by charging you for
|
||
|
making choices, like do you want to bring any bags? How about choose a seat to sit in the plane?
|
||
|
|
||
|
I take the high (cheap) road and choose nothing, which means they pick a seat for me. Which means I
|
||
|
sit above the turbines every flight, my window looks out at the wing.
|
||
|
I am lead to believe that these mid-range seats are picked
|
||
|
least often, so I wonder, why are these seats of no apparent distinguishing quality least often
|
||
|
selected by the 'selectors'? If you want seats closer to the front, but dont want to front the bill,
|
||
|
you're in luck! Selecting the back of the plane is more expensive than not choosing any, and your
|
||
|
odds have to be impossibly better you will sit closer to the front by abstaining a seat selection.
|
||
|
|
||
|
But I'm not complaining, nor do I wish people would have different airline decision-maing habits.
|
||
|
I feel priviledged to sit in view of the wing. It moves a surprising amount during flights, so I
|
||
|
could see that be troubling to the anxious or weary traveler. But to me, I find it satisfying. I
|
||
|
watch the slightest shift of an aeleron send the whole plane in a calculated, soft roll. I imagine
|
||
|
my arm as the wing: extending out the side of the plane. It reminds me of sticking my hand out the
|
||
|
window while driving to feel the force of the wind against your palm, turning a once invisible
|
||
|
everpresent essence into a carvable, ridable rush of energy. Watching the wing wobble a bit gives
|
||
|
the plane a little more mortality, I feel a little more the rush and the terror of the miracle of flight.
|