At least I will if I see him drinking in the same bar as me before the flight. lol

I was in Vietnam and trying to get from point A to point B. Point A was a quasi-military airfield meaning some civilian flights landed there. I watched an Air America (shhhhh-CIA) Douglas C-47 land and start to empty out its passengers. It was like a clown car....Vietnamese just kept coming out! I was absolutely fascinated. Finally the last person stepped off of the plane.

The military dispatcher pointed at me and yelled, "There's your ride." He then pointed at the C-47. Unbelievable....I get on and there is no glass in the windows. I'm thinking, "This is going to be breezy." The seats were arranged in four rows. One row along the left side of the plane, two down the middle, and another along the right side. So I am sitting with the back of my head near a window facing the person across from me (in the row in the middle facing me). I watched as the plane fille up and now understood where they crammed everyone. The only saving grace was that there were no animals aboard!

We took off - couldn't hear yourself think with the engine noise. We flew fairly low - why - 'cause there was no glass in the windows! The C-47 would do somewhere in the range of 180 mph. Sticking your head out the window was definitely frowned upon! I'd been in plenty of Hueys with my legs dangling out the door. But a Huey ain't doing 180 mph. Finally reached my destination and was happy to be on the ground....didn't matter where...just something solid.

So, from that experience, my one rule of flying is the plane has to have glass in the windows

I was in a twin-prop commuter plane flying from Rochester, NY, to White Plains, NY.  Everything was nice and smooth at about 12,000 feet until there was a loud "bang!" as if someone threw a rock at the side of the plane.  A fellow got up and knocked on the cabin door and told the crew a window had blown out.  Luckily we weren't very high so there was no rapid decompression.  The pilot explained what had happened, descended to 10,000 feet and we arrived on time.
My one rule of flying is to have exactly as many landings as take-offs.

This is the funniest post I have seen in a while! Thanks Summer! Well I usually just get on the plane and take off! It does take a screw driver and a dramamine lol but after that Im all good. Atleast I will feel good IF I make it lol  
The dates for your travel would make me feel a little strange but I'm sure it would'nt stop me
Sounds like nothing is stopping you either sexy!
Hugs and kisses
TL

Dean Martin and Foster Brooks... airline pilot

it is hilarious!!!!!

Swim

Reminds me of an old "man Show" where Carolla and Kimmel donned pilots uniforms and proceeded to get visibly sloshed in several airport bars while talking loudly about the flight they were going to be piloting shortly.

It was on Continental to Zhiuataneo, Mexico.

The flight was boarded and ready to fly, but they had trouble closing the cabin door.  We had to all get off and wait hours for a mechanic to fix it.  Turns out they never did fix it, and the pilot refused to fly, so they found another pilot.

I only heard this from someone after the flight.  I wouldn't have gone on (with my whole family, no less) had I known the pilot refused to fly.

So my advice is:  Don't fly if the pilot refuses to fly.

"I fly better when I've got some in my system."

just a curtain behind the pilots.  Bumpy ride up to Maine...  touching down on a grass strip was quite an experience.  I'm thinking it was a King Air or similar

So in Nepal the Buddhist pilots will stand in front of the plane and pray for a safe flight.  I could never decide if that made me feel better.

In the early 80's I lived in Denver.  A group that I was with flew on Truman's Air Force One, a modified DC-6.  We flew  to New Orleans for a long weekend.  I sat in Truman's seat on the way back.  It was a very pleasant flight, although I did notice huge stains on the wing from oil leaking out of the engines.

"The Independance" would make only one more flight, to Davis-Monthan.

Thanks summerxxxstacks for brining back a nice memory.

... The Navy flew me from boot camp outside of Chicago to Submarine School in New London, CT.  Bought a Readers Digest for the flight and connection.  Boarded a twin prop plane from Pilgrim Airways (aka Pilgrim Scareways) where I could see into the cockpit through the curtain.  On the way to New London, I read an article in Readers Digest about a heroic pilot that saved everyone after a Pilgrim Airways plane crashed in New London.  This was only the 5th plane ride of my life and I thought I was going to shit myself.  We were flying so low I was able to see a deckhand peeing off the back of a tug.  Never flew Pilgrim again.

I was flown back from Spain on Friday the 13th... Everything went smoothly not a cloud in the sky.  

Saturday the 14th... I missed my flight up to my overnight in Scotland, came down with a cold and my hand bag broke... I think the bad luck fairy came a day late for me.

My worst flight was from north to south island NZ. Me and so reach the airport (which is smaller than a bus station) and there is a kid who looked as if he was 15. He did the boarding formalities and then said he would walk us to the plane. While chatting, he mentions that the plane can only carry about 10 people and today we were the only ones flying. The shocking part was when he got in the plane with us and sat in the pilot's seat.
Me and so looked at each other thinking this kid is a pilot? Not sure what to do, we just sat there praying. Right after the take off he goes, "it is going to be a bumpy ride. Please keep your seat belts on." And it got really really bumpy. My so even threw up in the flight. It was only 20 mins or so, but we were scared shit!