Last week one of my kids jumped on a transport category aircraft and flew more than a thousand miles north, to New York City. She ate dinner in central Florida, but found herself on the island of Manhattan before midnight.
While she was en route, I monitored her flight using an app on my phone. It confirmed she’d traveled at better than 450 knots, while cruising at 38,000 feet.
She traveled in a shirt-sleeve environment requiring no special equipment or apparatus be affixed to the passengers to keep them alive.
This, while spending more than two hours at an altitude well above that of Mount Everest’s peak where temperatures plunge into shockingly low negative numbers, regardless of whether they’re measured in Fahrenheit or Celsius. The cabin of the airplane she flew in was kept at a comfortable temperature throughout the flight.
Now here’s the really weird part. Not a single person reading this finds anything about that description to be the least bit unusual or surprising. [Read more…]