Robert Roth on the Fun of Flying

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Plot to blow up planes over Atlantic thwarted.

Information was just made public that the United States and the United Kingdom stopped al Qaeda's plans to blow up planes flying to the U.S. in 2006. "It is believed that the terrorists were planning to carry peroxide-based explosives in liquid or gel/lotion form in carry-on luggage." following eight individuals were convicted in the U.K. of conspiracy to murder and/or blow up the planes:-

Abdullah Ahmed Ali,

also known as "Abdullah Ali Ahmed Khan"

- Mohammed Gulzar

- Tanvir Hussain - Umar Islam, aka "Brian Young"

- Arafat Waheed Khan - Assad Ali Sarwar

- Ibrahim Savant - Waheed Zaman

Back at the airport later that evening,

I am apprehensively catty and cower.

I see men on the same line, edgy, waiting,

who look like the bastards who blew up the towers.

Am I racist! How can these people be culprits?

They shouldn’t be blamed for their “brothers” sins.

But many, I fear, swing from strings like mere puppets

operated by maniacal jinns.

Is it so wrong to be paranoiac

about bearded men from sere bailiwicks?

Didn’t we see on TV how they cheered in Damascus

when the World Trade Center collapsed and they cursed the U.S.?

Is Airport Security Easing Up?

Pre-clear TSA?

After 12 years, there are now some signs that you will be able to get through the security checks much faster. ...like in 90 seconds or less!

Don’t you miss the fun of flying

when they just eyed your boarding pass?

They never bothered patting the padding

on your shoulders, your hips or your ass.

Thanksgiving Travel

Turkey Day

Airlines are predicting a 1.5% increase over last year to a total of 25 million passengers over a twelve day period.

Friday, October 25, 2013

Fly me to the Moon? NOT YET!

Despite the fact that Pan Am was listing passengers to the moon back in the 1960s, no commercial flight has made it there yet. Indeed only a few billionaires have been able to afford a ride on a Russian rocket outside the atmosphere. Newser.com reports that "the Wall Street Journal notes another venture in the works that intends to send people up to lesser heights using a massive (think football-field-sized) helium-filled balloon instead. For $75,000 apiece, eight passengers would reach an altitude of about 18 miles, which would take them to the edge of Earth's atmosphere. If all goes well, Paragon Space Development Corp. could launch its first balloon from New Mexico in 2016."

Jet Blue Honors NYC Fire Department Heroes - I ♥ New York

Blue Bravest

NEW YORK, Oct. 23, 2013 /PRNewswire/ -- JetBlue Airways (Nasdaq: JBLU), New York's Hometown Airline(TM) today revealed 'Blue Bravest,' an aircraft honoring the New York City Fire Department and the FDNY Foundation. This special aircraft, adorned with the FDNY shield, will join JetBlue's fleet flying throughout the airline's network, currently 79 cities and growing. 'Blue Bravest' joins JetBlue's exclusive legion of partnership aircraft celebrating organizations including the New York Jets, Boston Red Sox and New York State Tourism - I Love New York.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

I miss Pan Am

Today's U.S. carriers have forgotten the lessons from the past. That's why non-U.S. airlines are way ahead in the contest for the world's best airline.

The "Huff Post" writes that "When the Skytrax World Airline Awards were released earlier this year, foreign airlines received all the accolades -- while American airlines were left to shame."

Don’t you miss the fun of flying

in the old days on smaller jets?

What a pleasure to be dining

on steak and shrimp or crepes Suzettes!

They prefer Starbucks

Do you smell that coffee brewing right after your plane takes off. Alluring, isn't it, but I don't know if you want to drink it.

John Goglia of Forbes Magazine, in an article in the Chicago Tribune writes that we should think "twice about drinking the water - unless you see it served from a bottle, preferably one you open yourself.....the problem of bacteria in the drinking water persists on a high percentage of airline flights."

Is this what they give you to drink?

Excerpt from "The Fun of Flying: The Pan Am Years"

DOVER SOULS
The drive went smoothly enough and when I got near the base there were plenty of signs leading the way. I still had a couple of hours to go before the first arrival. Security was tight. I had to show the Air Force telex and my Pan Am credentials to the MPs. They searched the van inside and out. I thought they would question me about the box of loose floor locks, but they must have seen many of those before; Dover was an air force base after all. What they did do was take Ret’s camera. They said they would give it back when I left the base.

They gave me a clip-on visitor’s pass and directed me to the flight operations office where I met a five stripe NCO who took me to see the outbound pallets. I measured them and moved them to the scale to reweigh; I wanted to be sure no one made a mistake. All except for two were under 2,000 kgs and were configured to fit in every position. The other two weighed 3,500 kgs each, had explosive labels and would be loaded directly over the wings. There was also 3,000 kgs of milregs (military mail) for the bellies.

I used the couple of hours I still had to plan the load, number the pallets with my trusty magic marker and calculate the weight and balance for the outgoing flight. It was going to the Nam and had a full load of fuel. It would make two stops on the way for a refill, the first one in California.

I went with the technical sergeant and six airmen who let me follow them in my van to wait for the plane. Just before it arrived a personnel carrier pulled up next to my van with a squad of airmen in dress uniforms. Oh boy! This was going to be bad news. It was an honor guard.

Another Air Force staff car drove up with the relief Pan Am flight crew. I introduced myself and went over my load plan and weight and balance with the engineer. Then a Pan Am maintenance team from Washington, DC arrived, prepared to change up to four tires if necessary. There were no fuel trucks, since the Air Force pumped JP-4 kerosene from underground tanks located at each parking spot.

We could see the honor guard get out of their van and form a column of twos. As the Clipper came up to the blocks they came to attention. When the plane was finally chocked and the big cargo door was raised, they solemnly marched on both sides of the cargo elevator, stopped and were again called to attention and made turns to face the elevator. I wondered if they did this for every soldier killed in battle.

When I went on board I was horrified! I thought the honor guard was there for a single hero. The plane should have been called the Clipper Grim Reaper. The tail needed a skull and crossbones painted instead of the big blue ball. The whole freighter was filled with American flags draped over the coffins of dead American soldiers and Marines, 35 of them upstairs and another 8 in the bellies. I’m glad they showed proper respect for the dead and didn’t pile more coffins in a second tier, even though they would have easily fit.

The guards slowly raised their white gloved hands into a final salute, and held them up as each pallet of battle heroes was lowered to the ground by the airmen. I saluted too, with tears streaming down my face. Any one of them could have been me! I was a real wuss. So was the Pan Am relief Captain. The guard detail held it together though; they’d done this heart wrenching work before.

No news photographers were allowed to see the offload, no public record was made about the personal toll exacted on individual soldiers and their families. No wonder they took the camera from me. If the public saw this carnage, there’d be even more antiwar rioting in the streets. Planeloads of dead bodies! Every day? I saw them, and it is still hard for me to believe.

We finished up and the plane took off on its way back to the Nam at 4AM. I was either working or driving for the last 24 hours and was ready to collapse. The emotional strain from the arrival only made me feel worse. The muscles in my neck and back went into angry spasms. Before I left to find a motel room near the base, the technical sergeant handed me another telex. It looked exactly like the first one except for the date. I would be unloading another planeload of warrior corpses the next day.

I grabbed a room in a motel near the main gate, took four aspirins and a Valium that my doctor prescribed for this sort of severe stress and conked out for the next twelve hours, only to go back on the base and do it all over.

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