At Commander Aero last week, our tour guide said something
very interesting: He would rather fly anywhere than drive. Now I’ve known
theoretically that flying is much safer than driving for years. But his stat
caught me off guard – Number of fatal accidents ever to happen in that airport
in the last fifty years: One. Number of fatal accidents occurring at the
intersection next to the airport in the four days prior to our visit: Three.
OUCH.
I decided in that moment I’d look into becoming a pilot if I
ever came into some money. That decision was further solidified on my drive
home.
It was supposed to be a twenty-five minute trip. It took an
hour. Why, you ask? Guess. ACCIDENTS. First there was the one on 75 that
brought all traffic to a crawl. It was agitating, but tolerable. Still, I chose
to get off 75 early and try to head back to campus via 35. Wrong move. There
was a far worse accident at the exit I would eventually be getting off at. The
traffic on said highway was more like a snail crossing town. So, of course I
took the first exit I could. What happened there? ANOTHER ACCIDENT!!!!! This
one had completely clogged the small street I was trying to navigate. I took me
20 minutes to move a mile. I was so done.
The moral of the story? Become a pilot. I understand why
wealthy businesses with a “Time as Money” philosophy would never want to drive
to an out of town meeting. Now all I need is to win the lottery, inherit tons
of cash from a rich relative, or become a famous actor. Then I’ll jump on that
train…I mean, plane.
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