When did you first ride on an airplane?

Around 1966 - an 'air experience flight' in a 'Blackburn Beverly' of Air Support Command. That's the only flight I've had in a military aircraft, but since then I've had hundreds of flights on civil airlines.
 

My first plane ride was in 1960, when I joined the USAF, and flew to Texas for basic training. After that, I have flown a bunch of times. My most memorable flight was when I was in Germany, and won an Airman of the Month award. The prize was a flight in the back seat of an F105F, with one of the test pilots....Capt. Cushenberry...I'll never forget him. We took off at full afterburner, he shot straight up to about 30,000 ft, then leveled off and hit somewhere around Mach 1.5. He put the aircraft through some spectacular maneuvers, and I came real close to using the "barf bag" they gave me. The flight probably lasted about 45 minutes, and when we got on the ground, and I took off the flight gear, I was kind of pleased to see that I hadn't soiled my britches.
 
My first trip on a plane was in 1982 when I went to Oahu and Molokai with 3 co-workers. I was terrified but yet so excited. It was a fun trip. We got to see Magnum PI being filmed with the entire cast present. The good ole days. I'll never forget the beauty of the two islands.
 
I was around two years old. Nashville to Mississippi in a plane belonging to an ag pilot friend of my parents. Mom was in grad school in Nashville and we flew home for a visit.
 
Last edited:
I was reputed to be nine months old, being taken to be introduced to maternal relatives in Buffalo, New York. I can't say that I remember any details of the flight... :)
 
I was stationed in Guantanamo, Cuba, and I was leaving the US Navy. I had to fly to Norfolk, VA. I flew down on an Alaska Airways' jet, It took about 4 hours. When I left, I rode in a prop plane. It was the kind of plane where there are pics of cargo getting pushed out a big door in the back. We sat in straps, not seats. After a while, those straps hurt. Well, we're fly ,and flying, and flying. I had to go. There was a little cubbyhole. Inside was a funnel connected to a tube. There was a loud sound like a vacuum cleaner. Really loud. Really loud. I was scared to get too close to the funnel, because it sounded like it would suck me up. I wanted to have kids. Again, we're flying, and flying, and flying. Finally, the crew told us that we were near Norfolk. But we're still flying, and flying, and flying. We left at 6AM, and it's now 11PM. We had no food, water, nothing. Turns out we had been circling Norfolk for 9 hours, so the Navy pilot got his flying hours in.
 
Two years after 9/11 I got on a plane for the first time in my life and traveled alone to Hartsdale NY to meet a penpal I had been conversing with on the phone and via snail mail for several yrs. I did not care for the experience on the plane. I doubt I'll get back on another one.
 
Two years after 9/11 I got on a plane for the first time in my life and traveled alone to Hartsdale NY to meet a penpal I had been conversing with on the phone and via snail mail for several yrs. I did not care for the experience on the plane. I doubt I'll get back on another one.
Most don't travel by commercial air carriers for the delightful experience; it's simply a much faster, less expensive method of travel when going long distances.

Since retirement, hubby & I tend to drive more because we have the time, but if going more than 600 miles we usually fly.
Unless it's an RV trip, of course. :cool:
 
Most don't travel by commercial air carriers for the delightful experience; it's simply a much faster, less expensive method of travel when going long distances.

Since retirement, hubby & I tend to drive more because we have the time, but if going more than 600 miles we usually fly.
Unless it's an RV trip, of course. :cool:
It scared the bejeezus outta me.
 


Back
Top