I hate to fly.  Well maybe not hate, but I find it moderately nerve racking for a number of reasons.

Aside from the fact that you are strapped into a metal tube, 30,000 feet up defying gravity that is.

I used to be an aircraft mechanic, so I know how planes work and why, and every noise is something I understand.  I keep waiting to *not* hear something, really.

And 9/11 made the illusion of comfort and safety in an airline a really tenuous reality.  In fact, I recall flying from Seattle to Toronto a couple times in late 2002, and I could not help being nervous.  I kept wonder how it mush have felt to them, to have their lives spiral out of control so quickly.  Even for the doomed flight 93 people, who chose their own fate, it is still something unthinkable to try and imagine how they must have felt.

The point of this rambling, is the last thing I want in my face while I am flying is 9/11.  Only an airplane disaster movie would be less attractive.