Logical Fallacy

R3T-Too

R3T-Too

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2011 Rocket III Touring
Why does my brain think things that don’t make sense? Maybe it really is a sickness.

I had to fly to Philadelphia earlier in the week to attend some training at our corporate offices.

I don’t enjoy air travel much.
The security lines (queues for you Brits), long waits, poor customer service, and $7 (Dewars) scotch and sodas all put me in a bit of a foul mood.

Not to mention leaving 70F riding weather to spend several cold salty days where winter is a real thing.

So, on this flight we get about dozen yrds/meters off the ground and hit some decent turbulence. This continues as we climb, as we bank and as we get to cruising altitude with little respite.
At one point it calms down for about five minutes and the stewardesses (oops, I mean flight attendants) bring out the service tray, only to have to return it to the galley before they even get started.
So, here I am sitting near the back of the jet, listening to the service cart bang and slam like Gordon Ramsey might in the kitchen at Taco Bell. When I realize that I have a white knuckle grip on my arm rest.
I give myself a slight chuckle while musing the intended purpose of the seatbelt.
I would suppose it’s to reduce lawsuits due to broken bones because they aren’t there to save a life.

Now, I said earlier that I don’t enjoy air travel much; but I should add that I’m not particularly fearful of it either.
However; today my white knuckles and agitation tell me that I’m getting adrenaline without endorphins.
So, I decide to think about something calming, relaxing, enjoyable, i.e. ‘my happy place’.

That’s right.
I was traveling in probably the safest mode of transportation known to man; daydreaming about traveling on one of the most dangerous modes of transport in an attempt to calm my anxiety.

I hope I don’t need a shrink!


Scott
 
R3T-Too said:
Why does my brain think things that don’t make sense? Maybe it really is a sickness.

I had to fly to Philadelphia earlier in the week to attend some training at our corporate offices.

I don’t enjoy air travel much.
The security lines (queues for you Brits), long waits, poor customer service, and $7 (Dewars) scotch and sodas all put me in a bit of a foul mood.

Not to mention leaving 70F riding weather to spend several cold salty days where winter is a real thing.

So, on this flight we get about dozen yrds/meters off the ground and hit some decent turbulence. This continues as we climb, as we bank and as we get to cruising altitude with little respite.
At one point it calms down for about five minutes and the stewardesses (oops, I mean flight attendants) bring out the service tray, only to have to return it to the galley before they even get started.
So, here I am sitting near the back of the jet, listening to the service cart bang and slam like Gordon Ramsey might in the kitchen at Taco Bell. When I realize that I have a white knuckle grip on my arm rest.
I give myself a slight chuckle while musing the intended purpose of the seatbelt.
I would suppose it’s to reduce lawsuits due to broken bones because they aren’t there to save a life.

Now, I said earlier that I don’t enjoy air travel much; but I should add that I’m not particularly fearful of it either.
However; today my white knuckles and agitation tell me that I’m getting adrenaline without endorphins.
So, I decide to think about something calming, relaxing, enjoyable, i.e. ‘my happy place’.

That’s right.
I was traveling in probably the safest mode of transportation known to man; daydreaming about traveling on one of the most dangerous modes of transport in an attempt to calm my anxiety.

I hope I don’t need a shrink!


Scott
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Don't worry about it Scot, your just a control freak.:cool:
 
Think of the wind therapy you could get with your seat fastened to the wings. Oh wait ... that is what our Rockets are. A seat on a wing.
 
the last time i was in a plane i counted seconds to see if the rocket could match the acceleration in a quarter mile and i think it can. we were flying through massive black clouds with lighting and i told my self i may die but i am going to enjoy the beautiful show in the mean time.
 
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Growing up in a family of pilots, you really get a sense of what's going on out there in the aviation world. I had to grow up listening to all the horror stories about lose DC-10 doors blowing out, machanics leaving tools in the engine,pilots caught sleeping in the cock pit the list goes on....I take a valium before any flight unless i can bum a ride on the private jet my brother flys with a well stocked bar. I'm usually higher than the plane gets before take off.:sleep:;)At least on a bike you know your in control..
 
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One reason I ride is becasue I can't hang out of the cabin door of a helicopter at tree top levels with my machine gun and night vision googles. A big ol' jet is less fun I admit but I think of each passenger as a terrorist and fantacize about what i will do when they make thier move. It's very calming...
 
Boog said:
One reason I ride is becasue I can't hang out of the cabin door of a helicopter at tree top levels with my machine gun and night vision googles. A big ol' jet is less fun I admit but I think of each passenger as a terrorist and fantacize about what i will do when they make thier move. It's very calming...
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"Be polite, be professional, but have a plan to kill everybody you meet" ~James Mattis

My martial arts instructors liked that quote. Except they stressed a difference between "kill" and "defeat".:)
I don't train anymore and have become very lax in that.
But, it is kinda funny the first time you realize that subconsciously you are determining strike distance, footwear, peculiarities of stance or gait and formulating a plan.

I would guess that Marine training is considerably more thorough and imprinted. :)
Thanks for your service and I hope that every flight I'm on has a few passengers like you.

Scott
 
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