Yearning for Those Friendly Skies

June 18, 2009

crowded airport

I loathe what air travel has become.  Used to be that flying made sense when travel by car would take more than 2 or 3 hours.  After 9/11 it was closer to 4 hours – making trips to Albany, Detroit or Pittsburgh more convenient by car than plane.  This past year, 6 hours’ drive time became my decision radius.

This week I debated if driving 7+ hours to Baltimore would be less stressful (and time-consuming) than arriving at the airport at least an hour before flight time, having my oversized can of shaving cream confiscated at security, waiting through incessant flight delays, being packed like sardines into the aircraft, developing motion sickness on the (very) turbulent flight, getting a lame rental car and driving the remaining distance to my hotel.

Flying to and from Baltimore saved me barely more than an hour in each direction.  And it was way more stressful than driving ever is.

Next time it’s going to be my car, a bunch of CDs, a list of NPR stations along the route and some coffee.  Air travel is too crazy.