If you were sitting up front on last Friday night’s flight from LaGuardia to John Glenn, I hope you will accept my apologies for the two loudmouths who were sitting across the aisle from each other and laughing like brain-damaged morons for the whole ninety minutes that the plane sat on the tarmac prior to receiving takeoff clearance. It was just pure chance that my brother and I had a chance to share so-called “first class” on a regional jet; my inbound flight from Zurich had been delayed two hours, causing me to miss my connection out of JFK. Meanwhile, brother Bark’s exit from Miami had been held up by weather. It just made sense to us to meet up at LGA and fly from there. And if we were a little obnoxious, it was just because I hadn’t seen the dude in five weeks and we had a lot of stories to tell.
For more of those stories, click the jump.
For TTAC, I considered the post-gasoline future, which was oddly prescient given that the UK announced plans to ban gasoline cars the day after I published. I also offered some advice on an unpredictable choice of track rat.
At R&T, I told my real-world story about using OnStar in a life-or-death situation and mourned the loss of the delightful B-Max.
This will be a busy writing week for me — and to my immense joy, I don’t have a single plane trip scheduled for the next forty days. I wonder if I’ll start missing them?