Generally I hate flying, but there have been moments …

Dorothy Parker once said she didn’t like writing, she liked “having written.” As a writer of sorts I agree with the divinely debauched Ms. P. But, I will also apply her thoughts on writing to flying. I do not like flying, but I like having flown because that means I have arrived intact at a destination I sought, rather than bobbing around mid-Pacific or mid-Atlantic with sharks homing in.

I don’t like flying for a number of other reasons as well. In the first place, it’s excruciatingly boring, and that boredom is only punctuated by moments of stark terror. Turbulence always unnerves me; the seats viciously uncomfortable and leave me with a numb-bum for ages afterwards; and the second the flight attendants block the passageway with the drink trolley, I know that I will have to pee more urgently than I’ve ever had to in my life.

I won’t even get into the excruciating and insultingly outrageous security checks we all have to undergo these days. The only people to have gained from those hideous exercises are the chronic exhibitionists. “Hey, please, I really want to show you my junk!”

I have had only a few very good moments on an airplane. I’ve never joined, nor been invited to join the ‘Mile High Club’ (sigh) but I have met some interesting people. Once, on a flight from Vancouver to Honolulu  I was actually hit upon by a gorgeous flight attendant (back when they were still known as stewardi) who left no doubt that she would like me to join her for her three-day layover in Hawaii. She didn’t define exactly what she meant by ‘layover’, but being no naif (I don’t think), I got the gist of her invitation. Unfortunately (or fortunately) I was hugely married at the time and my wife was asleep in the seat immediately in front of where I was sitting.

But I will say I have had one flying experience that could never be matched by any prosaic commercial airline offering, and that was the time I flew in a Canadian Air Force T-bird (pictured above). In gratitude for all the nice things I had written about our local airbase, CFB Comox, I was invited to take a flight in a vintage fighter jet. That was an event in my life that wasn’t boring. The pilot told me that such a flight is the closest you will get to the exultation of sex with your clothes on. He was right. After a full five-hour training session (in which I learned how to eject, God forbid, and other bits of esoterica) we took off in this bubble-topped rather venerable aircraft. It was amazingly exciting. I actually had the sensation of speed as we screamed across the Comox Valley and on towards the Beaufort range, and right out to Nootka Sound within mere minutes. We flew straight, we flew up (whence I found out what G-force really means), we flew down, jeopardizing my lunch, but I kept it down, we did rolls (not as unnerving as you might think), and anything else the pilot had in mind, or was directed to do.

Eventually we had to return, almost to my dismay. We came in by the back way from the west coast of the Island. Our plane and another fighter/trainer screamed at low altitude through a canyon in a scene most reminiscent of Star Wars. The pilot then asked if I would like to see the Glacier from the top. I did very much. He came in so low over the icecap that I felt I could step out of the cockpit and stroll around — except for the fact we were moving at hundreds of miles an hour.

At the end of the flight, I felt like the poet who penned ‘High Flight’. I truly felt like I had stuck out my hand and “touched the cheek of God.” You don’t get that on your average Air Canada flight, where a fella doesn’t even get a lousy bag of peanuts these days.

I might add that I’ve also never been upgraded. That comment is appropos of nothing other than I harbor a burning resentment in that regard.


10 responses to “Generally I hate flying, but there have been moments …

  1. It was Orson Welles who said: “There are only two emotions in a plane: boredom and terror.” I guess that quote must have been flying around your brain. That’s how I feel about the whole experience.

    I’ve only once been upgraded. My wife and I were flying from Singapore to Perth, Australia, and for whatever reason we were bumped up to business class. Bliss! Big seats, metal cutlery, better food, little gifts, and good service. If we had crashed we would have done so in the lap of luxury!

    • You have lived my fantasy, my friend. Maybe you’ve lived some others of mine as well, but we won’t touch on those. What a heavenly experience you had to enable you to endure a long flight. I like the Orson Welles quote.

  2. I can’t believe that you never had a Snowbird treat while you were at the Greensheet. Bet Susie did!!

    • I was invited to go up with the Snowbirds, Jane. Problem was, the day it came into being was the day I was slated to marry Wendy, and it simply wasn’t possible to fit in both adventures. Actually, I think the T-Bird flight was superior. Susie in fact went up in another T-Bird at the same time.

      • I remember that day, Ian! And the flight too. It’s the closest I’ve come to losing my lunch in an airplane. And yes, J., I’ve been up with the Snowbirds — definitely in my top 5.

  3. I really envy you that flight. Though not the others. I have enough of the boring others under my belt to not envy them. I do still adore the feeling of taking off though – when the wheels leave the earth I am one happy camper.

    • Actually, what I like is when the wheels hit the tarmac at the end of the flight because that means the ordeal is over. Taking off actually creeps me out a little bit.

  4. I think I’d have enjoyed that flight…a far cry from checking the plane’s position on the screen every ten minutes n the hope that the cut out silhouette will have managed to cross the Atlantic…..
    We are going up in a light aircraft next week to go to the south of Costa Rica…i might have changed my mind on learning that they weigh you before departure, but the fare is non refundable!

    • Doesn’t that screen thing get to be a bore? And I get quite obsessive with it and will be driven to exclaim: “This $#@&& thing isn’t moving at all!” So, I do hope your light aircraft trip proves pleasant. I like small planes.

  5. Susie: I believe you took the photo of me posted above, so you have a connectedness to this blog.

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