I was on an American Airlines flight recently when the pilot received one of those urgent, undeniable calls of nature. It happens. So he asked me if I would mind taking over for just a few minutes. Ever the accommodating sort, I said sure. When, due to his extended delay, I had to land the plane unassisted he apologized profusely saying he was sure it was the raw oysters from the night before.
Actually, that is not precisely what happened. I suppose you are one of those sticklers for truth, historical accuracy and all that silly sort of thing. OK, OK. Then what really happened is that I was invited this morning, along with four hundred of my closest friends, out to DFW airport (or FW/d airport as I like to call it) to see the new American Airlines livery up close and personal. You don’t get much closer than the cockpit.
Here are a few pictures I took.
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