You may remember Bossy from this past Monday — she was the muckle of frizz who trained her eye on you for the duration of her six-hour flight to the West Coast.
It’s not that Bossy thought you incapable of negotiating the various lift and drag components resulting in the proximal air field’s compression and redirection. It’s just that Bossy admired the way nothing seemed to phase you. For instance, you didn’t appear the least bit worried when you became surrounded by a cloud field mid-flight.
It was so cute the way you rattled like a piece of discarded tin as you surrendered to the stochastic momentum, diffusion, and convection of pressure and velocity in space and time.
And Bossy thinks it was charming the way you expanded your flaps upon descending — like when Bossy’s grandmother used to add leaves to the dining room table at Thanksgiving because that always helps when landing a 836,000 pound aircraft.
And lastly, Bossy loved how your little tin flaps were wholly responsible for bringing Bossy’s 500-miles-per-hour plane to a stand still in front of the gate that would deliver Bossy to Southern California.
So thank you dear Airplane Wing. If there’s ever anything Bossy can do for you, please don’t hesitate to ask. For instance tightening all your loose bolts.
Love, Bossy.
Good thing you’re not a nervous flyer.
It’s that dirt that’s bothering me!
–>What is Bossy doing flapping her wings in Southern California?
I always feel relieved when i hear the landing gears/wheels descend BEFORE we get to the airport!.
You were in my hood. Or still are in my hood? Anyway, that 112 degrees was to you. You’re welcome.
These photos are the exact reason I choose an aisle seat whenever possible. I don’t want to look out the window. I do prefer over the wing seating, however, it’s supposed to be the safest.
I’m sure a wing has never received such a lovely homage of gratitude. He is probably weeping happy tears of condensation.
I think I can speak for all of us when I say that your readers are very excited to read about your upcoming adventures in SoCal.
Hey, vamp tramp, we’re neighbors.
So I say what vamp said.
Say hi to @UmWhat while you’re in SoCal. How big can that place be, hmm?
Bossy can be so sweet thanking lifesaving pieces of metal.
Who knew?
I am a very nervous flyer, even though I grew up around planes and my dad was a pilot. I watch the wings, I listen to the landing gear and other noises…I stress myself out!!
Damn. I was hoping for a gremlin
errr. a picture of a gremlin, one that causes (caused no harm)
Just to clarify
Welcome to Humidland.
My nephew flies the C-5, the largest airplane in the world. Empty it weighs 380,000 lbs, loaded it weighs 769,000 lbs and loaded with full tanks of fuel it weighs 840,000 lbs. So at 836,000 lbs., you must have been flying in a C-5 – how does a civilian manage that?
Here is a link to a photo taken by Gergely Kocsis in Budapest on 4/28/10 My nephew was in the cockpit, if you look real close you might be able to see his very handsome face.
http://www.airliners.net/photo/USA—Air/Lockheed-C-5A-Galaxy/1709933/L/&sid=53f13ab4feb8cc844751426b369f3283
Opps, Bossy is busted! Trying to sneak around on C-5’s doing spy work….
Or Bossy joined the Air Force! Outstanding!
OK…let’s hear it.
Dang. Now I’m curious. What’s happening, Bossy???
Nice to see I’m not the only one fascinated with airplane wings and all they do during a flight.
Science is so clever. I just have to trust it.
I have never been afraid of flying. Even though I don’t understand how they stay in the air.I can’t imagine anything bad happening. Totally oblivious. Those wings always look really gnarly to me,like there’s a piece missing.Bossy, do you have a screen test scheduled or something? Safe trip! Did anybody watch Vivian in Anna Karenina?I Tivoed it.
Speaking of being thankful, are you familiar with this blog and daily note of unusual spins on thankfulness? Today’s entry is even flight-related!
http://thxthxthx.com/
I think it’s magic that keeps the planes up. Those wings are just for show, to give passengers something to look at.
Airplane wings could have done a much better job delivering Bossy to NORTHERN CALIFORNIA
Every time I get on a plane I have to remind myself that airplane crashes are relatively few and far-between.
… I also always find myself wondering if there is a way to smuggle a parachute on-board. Maybe by pretending to be a hunchback?
No kidding! I have this thought every time I fly. How something so gigantic can even get off the ground blows my mind. I guess my mind is easily blown.