So, in an effort to re-create some great tv moments from the Top Gear show – my wife and I got into a discussion about whether to drive to Cornwall …or fly?
Now I’m a driver. I love driving, it gives me pleasure.
I drive a car that’s well maintained, in fact …. it’s over maintained – to the point of OCD – serviced BEFORE it’s due, tyres replaced BEFORE they are completely worn out, OIL CHANGED regularly…cleaned polished and leather cared regularly….
Planes on the other hand are un-maintained to the point of danger by companies that want to save a penny at every point (or so I have read).
Planes that fly with … ‘just enough’ fuel for their journey with no excess to be wasted – but also no capacity for covering any unforeseen circumstance. Planes get bed bugs (recent headlines) and planes are full of nasty smelly noisy …PEOPLE.
I don’t like people.
I don’t mean you …I mean groups of people I don’t know…people who have bad personal hygiene, smell slightly of biscuits and old feet.
So, the stage was set for an epic battle.
Well ….it wasn’t really – my wife wanted to fly so we went by plane.
Taxi to the airport – all good so far.
Arrive at Terminal 3 Manchester – things started to go downhill, fast. There were people everywhere …rushing here, there and everywhere. People that just weren’t polite, they pushed and shoved and….they breathed on me ….uuurrggghh.
The plane was delayed, the queues got bigger, the heat increased the smell increased and the people just kept on breathing on me.
Finally, we boarded the plane and 40 …yes 40… minutes later we were in Newquay.
I’m still in two minds though.
6 hours of peaceful sweet smelling, safe Audi RS6 vs 40 minutes of smelly people.
I’m driving next time.