Juke99;2020177 said:
Going on a trip next week...I hate flying with a passion. Just wanted to see who shared the same dislike...and if not, why.
A while ago I made the mistake of being on a plane and thinking of how a plane looks flying WAY up in the sky when you're looking from the ground...and then realized, that's how I looked to people on the ground at that moment.
OH MY.
Just curious Juke. Is it the heights you're bothered by, or is it the being in a mechanical device, hurtling through space at sometimes 100s of mph?
Do you like going to observation decks or scenic overlook type places?
FWIW, The VERY first "flying" experience I recall. I was about 6 and my dad's friend was a glider pilot. We met him on a Sunday afternoon in June, and went up 1 at a time. I was the first to go while my folks and sister waited under the wings of the small planes, tied down on the tiny "grass" airstrip trying to avoid the hot sun.
I couldn't see over the fuselage of the glider, just out of the canopy, starting at 12 o'clock, down to probably 3, so I had no sense of the horizon except on steep turns, which we rarely did.
Mr Lataskie kept explaining through the headset, how after the tow plane cut us loose, we'd begin descending in wide, sweeping turns and figure-8s, until we hit a thermal. Then we'd begin making tighter and faster turns in the warm rising air, until we were "really spinnin'!".
Now, not being able to see the ground at all, and the sky being cloudless blue, all I could picture was us spinning on an axis, kind of like a merry-go-round. And oh yea. IT WAS HOT! And the four little vents in the cowling, pouring in humid Tx-summer air, probably made it worse, especially inside a thermal where you could feel the temp increase as you entered it.
After about 15 mins of climbing in our first thermal, I'd had enough and let fly in the supplied barf-bag. We immediately landed.
I was drenched in sweat, white as a sheet, and felt like I'd just gotten off the most bad-ace playground, spinner thingamajig ride, every devised.
I spent the rest of the afternoon under a wing, with my head on my dear mother's lap, and a wet towel on my forehead. MAN, I'd never felt so sick.
Even with all the hours I've logged as a passenger or pilot, to this day, I still get some degree of motion sickness 1 out of every 4 times I fly in something smaller than commercial jet.
I know it's because of that day. It's
chiseled on my medulla!
My advice, Valium.