| Home | |
| Our ride for the day. | |
| Captain Joel Gutteridge. If you look closely, you can see he's holding something called In-Flight Intercept Procedures. That would be instructions for what to do if we are suddenly deemed a threat to national security and the Air Force sends fighter jets to make us stop whatever it is we are doing. Seriously. | |
| Pre-flight checklist. | |
| Yeah, all that gobbledygook is supposed to keep us from crashing. Whatever. | |
| We had to wait for this guy to get on the ground before we could get on the runway. | |
| Off we go! It's simple really - just follow the arrows. | |
| Holy shit! There's nothing between us and the ground except a lot of air. And some physics. | |
| Propellor cutting through our view of Newark Airport. | |
| We flew right over Newark. | |
| Hey! I recognize her! | |
| Lady Liberty. | |
| Lady Liberty. | |
| Governor's Island. | |
| Yeah, Lower Manhattan looked a little crooked from my perspective at that moment. I think the way flight 426 Sierra Papa was bouncing around like a cork in the ocean might have had something to do with it. | |
| OK, Cap'n's got it straightened out now. | |
| Lower Manhattan. Hi Goldman Sachs! | |
| Freedom Tower with the city stretched out behind. | |
| Chelsea from the air (corner of 9th Ave & 14th St in the foreground). | |
| More Chelsea - my home is the circled building, mostly hidden by the high school on 24th St. | |
| London Terrace and Penn South. | |
| Midtown with the Empire State Building just right of center. | |
| You can see why they call it Madison Square Garden. | |
| Midtown. | |
| Midtown. | |
| Central Park with the twin towers of Time Warner Center. | |
| Copilot James Spier over Central Park. Don't let that smile fool you - he took his responsibilities quite seriously. What responsibilities you ask? He was in charge of avoiding looking straight ahead because it makes a fellow queasy, fumbling around with the video camera to get about 90 seconds of video from a two-hour flight, closing his eyes so he could picture his body splattered on the ground better, sweating profusely, and remembering to take deep breaths to try to relax. | |
| MTA trainyards - where the subway goes to sleep at night. | |
| Safely on the ground again. | |
| Posted 15-Apr-2012 by James Spier | |
| Home | |