I hate flying, I hate being jammed in a flying tin can with 300 of my new friends, I hate airplane seats, I hate standing in line, I hate delays, I hate airports, I hate airplane bathrooms, I hate being lied to repeatedly by airline employees, I hate paying the Gross National Product for parking, I hate paying 5-star prices for 1-star food at the airport, I hate scanners, I hate being frisked down, I hate taking my shoes off (now that I'm 75, however, I don't have to do that any more), I hate strangers pawing through my personal belongings.
But fly I must, so fly I do.
If it's anything less than a 10-hour drive or if I have time to take a couple of days to get there, I'll gladly drive. Unfortunately, most of my trips are from the east coast to the west coast or out of the country, so I fly.