IFR
By lex, on April 20th, 2010
I have a confession to make to you, gentle reader. I enjoyed the challenge of hurling 20 tons of titanium ribbed graphite epoxy upon the moving deck of 100,000 tons of cold, pitching steel. I loved me the opportunity to wrestle and wrangle with opposing air forces numbering from one to many through the footless halls of air. I even took a kind of perverse pleasure into going into bad guy country and busting up their gear as they reached and probed to bring me down with surface to air missiles and anti-aircraft artillery.
But I never much cared for flying in bad weather.