feeling it
for all the speed of a modern jet aircraft, it's rare as a passenger to get any sensation of it. when i rode the tgv in france, the feeling of reckless acceleration was palpable, since the train blew right past the spped with which we're accustomed to seeing things blow by on the ground, and kept going. with an aircraft, by the time you near any reference points on a familiar scale, you're already slowed to less than twice highway speed.
but when you settl ever closer to cloud cover on the way down, you're still doing 350kts. first you're close enough to perceive texture. then the puffy carpet is moving. thwn it's moving faster. and faster. soon the speed is fast enough to give you a slight thrill, even though you know the clods are as insubstantial as the air itself. and then, poof. it feels like there should be a sound, but there isn't. and everything's slow again.
on my way to denver for the great american beer festival. i like beer.
but when you settl ever closer to cloud cover on the way down, you're still doing 350kts. first you're close enough to perceive texture. then the puffy carpet is moving. thwn it's moving faster. and faster. soon the speed is fast enough to give you a slight thrill, even though you know the clods are as insubstantial as the air itself. and then, poof. it feels like there should be a sound, but there isn't. and everything's slow again.
on my way to denver for the great american beer festival. i like beer.
