Flying has become a necessary drudgery. There’s nothing fun about the crowds and crowded spaces, uncomfortable seating and temperature, or the security lines. Expensive food and drink. Whew! You could go broke!
The only good thing about flying? The individual connection with people. Workers trying their best, and fellow passengers with whom you can have respite at the moment.
Well, I guess the general quickness to your destination is a plus.
All things being equal,
I would just as soon drive.
If you are old enough you remember smoking was once allowed, then relegated to the back of the plane, and finally banned. Hip hip hooray!
My first flight was Anchorage to Houston, 1977. Twelve passengers on a DC-10. I had 15 rows to myself! Since then, it’s been an ever-crowded tube of compressed space.
The only way I would change my mind if I were the pilot I command (PIC).
