It’s only once you realise and appreciate the fragility of your surroundings that you can truly relax, unwind and enjoy the complimentary drinks… I’m sat at 36,000 feet in an elongated and enlarged coke can. Let’s face it, that’s what these flying birds come down to… Aluminium, rivets, a lot of technology and fingers crossed, if you’re lucky, a pilot that’s not too drunk… To be fair I am flying Virgin Atlantic so the last one may be asking for too much.
I have flown a lot, not always long distances, but a lot… Starting from a young age, especially flying to France, usually as an unaccompanied minor, with a beautiful air hostess (YES they were pretty back then, but we are talking the late 80’s early 90’s) holding my hand. I’m pretty sure if an airline offered this service for adults, it may rival Disneyland as the happiest place in the world.
So, only have another 3 hours on the plane, which I must say is starting to sound great, arriving, stretching my legs and breathing some fresh air seems like a great option right about now.. But it’s ok, there is not long to go before the adventure of a lifetime is well and truly underway.
A Chevrolet Camaro should be gleaming and glistening and waiting for me at LAX. I look forward to seeing the shiny sharp lines on a car that has a small and spritely V8 engine, boasting 6.2 litres churning out a very modest 426bhp… All of sudden I can’t wait to get off this plane, pull the top down, link up the go pro and blast it down to Santa Monica by the beach.
And then reality sets in, I should start looking for a hotel somewhere around there, settle down… For the weekend. Lets see where it takes me and fingers crossed lets see how bad US homeland security airport checks actually are.