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