Recently, I made a trip back to the mid-west to spend some time with the relatives and enjoy a special occasion. But this post isn’t about my family – this is a travel blog, not Facebook. It was the journey…
There’s an old adage among pilots: the propeller isn’t really there to make the plane fly, it’s just a fan to keep the pilot cool. Because if it stops spinning, you’ll really watch him sweat.
I can say from first hand experience there’s some truth to that.
It’s -50° Fahrenheit outside.
This frigid temperature isn’t all that unusual in these parts, as we’re in a jet at 34,000 feet, on a flight leg from Atlanta to Frankfurt. Thanks to a 125 MPH tailwind we’re hauling butt at a ground speed of 675 MPH.