It’s hard not to feel fear when hurtling through the air, far above the ground at hundreds of miles per hour cramped in a metal tube with many other humans.
— The Joy of Craft (Claes Zane), Loc. 2423–4
It’s hard not to feel fear when hurtling through the air, far above the ground at hundreds of miles per hour cramped in a metal tube with many other humans.
— The Joy of Craft (Claes Zane), Loc. 2423–4