Oh no, Palms--I am CERTAIN I will wet my pants first (yeah, I know, diaper!) then instead of gliding gently, the wind will be blowing on my screaming face (which by that time, will look too much like Joan Rivers), I will plummet to the ground, watching watching watching my death in front of me and go kersplat. This will not happen to anyone else, just me.
Flying in a plane over the ocean, Andes, wherever--piece of cake--I have excellent pilots and MX to keep me safe as I cruise in the sky lounging in a metal living room...
Just a fear.
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