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Final Approach
As my wife and I were standing outside the hotel in Houston last weekend, I was watching airliners come down out of the low overcast on final. The humidity was high enough that you could see the wake turbulence coming off the wingtips. I'm guessing the change in air pressure in the vortex caused the moisture in the air to condense. You'd see a darker trail from each wingtip, and you could clearly see the rate at which it sank below the flight path. Pretty cool to watch, you don't get to see that very often. It was a cool, sticky-damp and almost dead calm morning.
Now for the reason we were even there to see it. Flying commercial to get to and from Ft. Lauderdale for a cruise has, I suspect, made my wife just a bit more receptive to the idea of airplane ownership. There were the usual stupid, mindless TSA hassles, extra charges for checking bags, and the fact that the tattered remains of Continental stuck us in Houston for an unplanned night (and of course took NO responsibility for doing so). I pointed out, as we were waiting for the shuttle to take us to the hotel where we would have no clean clothes for the next morning, that if we'd just flown down there ourselves we would have been arriving home right about then. As I have said to myself on every leg of every commercial flight for the past six months, I said again... this is one reason I'm learning to fly, and almost the only reason I'm looking at airplanes. When I tell my wife I've been looking at porn again, she knows it's either controller.com or used piston singles on eBay. Where there is what looks like it may be a killer deal in a Cardinal right now, by the way.
Now for the reason we were even there to see it. Flying commercial to get to and from Ft. Lauderdale for a cruise has, I suspect, made my wife just a bit more receptive to the idea of airplane ownership. There were the usual stupid, mindless TSA hassles, extra charges for checking bags, and the fact that the tattered remains of Continental stuck us in Houston for an unplanned night (and of course took NO responsibility for doing so). I pointed out, as we were waiting for the shuttle to take us to the hotel where we would have no clean clothes for the next morning, that if we'd just flown down there ourselves we would have been arriving home right about then. As I have said to myself on every leg of every commercial flight for the past six months, I said again... this is one reason I'm learning to fly, and almost the only reason I'm looking at airplanes. When I tell my wife I've been looking at porn again, she knows it's either controller.com or used piston singles on eBay. Where there is what looks like it may be a killer deal in a Cardinal right now, by the way.