Beauty In The Breakdown...

Everybody Up!

Here are some more ideas to knock off.
It seems the older I get, the less and less I enjoy flying. Not to sound like my father but it's true. When I was little, we'd fly out to visit my relatives on the coast...and I'd be so excited. I was thrilled by the smell of airports, the bustling masses of people, the weight of gravity and acceleration crushing my torso into the seat. I was one hell of a strange child...

Now I can't stand any of it. I'm not gregarious like that. The smell wrenches my gut, and if I want to feel acceleration...I'll grab the car floor the gas pedal, and shift at the 8000 RPM Redline...not the same, but it feels nicer.

Personally, I'd much rather drive anywhere than fly. Flying is definately quicker, and by the numbers, driving is more dangerous, but at least with driving you have the capability to stop when and wherever you so please. You're in control. Flying is unreliable, and a pain in the ass. Planes have a time and place...but still. Just my opinion. Tell me what you think. I'm curious. Leave a comment!

Also, thank yous go out to all the wonderful people in Virginia that made my trip so amazing. Love you all!

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