I’ve stopped flying years ago.
Yup. Last flight was September 2017 to San Diego. I had one lined up on my birthday in August 2019 to Washington, DC when my wife had a seizure at 2:17 AM (my flight was 7:00 AM). Needless to say, I missed the flight. It was a long night at the hospital.
My last trip to San Diego for a 50th high school reunion was accomplished by driving my F150 from Pocatello to San Diego. In years past, I would do that in about 14 hours door to door. I opted for a hotel room midway in each direction. It was still cheaper than flying.
Now we have to worry about being hit from parts or the whole damn thing falling out of the sky.