Come on guys, what else would we do?
I remember 12 years ago sitting in school, looking out of the window on a crisp autumn afternoon at a 747 cruising high above leaving 4 whispy engine trails to slowly vanish as I daydreamed about where it was off to...New York, Washington, Hawaii, LA, Tokyo, Rio, Moscow...
Sitting there in the classroom seemed like being shackled to the ground, whilst I yearned to be up above, shirt sleeved in that 747 cockpit with a pair of sunglasses on.
The reality, like everything else in life, is somewhat different but tell me what beats that feeling of standing up the throttles and blasting off to a faraway destination?
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