Flyin' Fiasco

I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to airports and airplanes. I perfectly happy to sit in a car for eight hours--it's relaxing and I like to look at things. It's nice to have control of the radio, music, windows, AC, or maybe just the fan if you're in TJ's car because he left his AC behind the Phoenix International Raceway after a bike race this fall. Usually there's a lot to see between point A and B and I enjoy the ride. Airplanes have their perks too--I'd have failed most of my courses this semester without them. And I know It's a luxury to zip from one city to another in a matter of hours. I just need to learn how to relax at airports, and not think about engine explosions when I'm 30,000 feet from the ground. This posting is inspired by a United Airlines flight attendant who decided not to show up for work today. As a result, what could have been a six hour drive according to Melanie who I think likes to drive fast turned into an eleven hour airport mess. Eleven hours by plane from Tucson to LA, six hours by car. Eleven by plane, six by car...

I'm over it. I got to sit around talk with my boyfriend, then talk with my coach, then talk with my boyfriend, and even met Neil, a biker from Canada who informed me my sister is getting snowed on in Squamish BC. Neil doesn't know my sister but he just flew from Squamish and my sister is living in Squamish so I put two and two together. So now I'm in Ontario, California getting psyched for another bike race. Take care.