First off, air travel has really become a HUGE pain in the ass. I don't know what policies the airline companies have for their executives, but if I was king (and I'd like to be), I'd ensure that all airline executives flew at least once a month, on their respective air planes, in coach, and boarded in Group 6.
The next thing that doesn't make sense is how the airlines expect passengers to have any level of comfort when there is almost no leg room, and certainly no arm room. If I had purchased a meal, and if I had to cut any food, my elbows would be in the armpits of those next to me. And with my knees touching the seat in front of me, any reclining the passenger in front of me does just further limits my range of motion.
Now, let me bitch about Texas. I hate Texas. I've been through the Lone Star state a couple of times, and I've been told that there are some great parts to the state, but I haven't seen them, and I don't anticipate going back to find them.
|The Majestic View|
"Yes," I said, and then I was informed that there were none easily accessible, and that they could arrange a cab for me because I'd need to cross the highway.
|Can you see one of the cases presented?|
All in all, I'm glad to be home. Jean was on the road before I left, so we were like the proverbial ships passing in the night, as opposed to the proverbial luxury ship drifting in the Pacific.
Now, I just need a good day on the bike, and all will be well...
|Oh... the painter of cheesy paintings...|
Oh, and by the way, let it be known, that my "days off," are not necessarily fun filled and free...