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Shawn,
I hate to fly when I am not flying the damn thing! I love to fly but if I am riding I loath it...viscerally, literally, figuratively, everythingly.
If the sticks aren't in my reach, if I haven't pre-flighted the aircraft, reviewed the MAFs, seen the wx, etc. I sulk to my little passenger slice of foam hell with foreboding.
So. My advice?
Do what my Father, who has many millions of miles on airlines (and has jumped out of many) does: He scans the crowd of folks he will be traveling with in his little aluminum panic in a can...he looks for a fellow traveler, a man or woman of substance. He figures two good folks will tip the scales.
He always finds one, always gets on.
Me, too.
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1996 FJ80.
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