The first time I experienced this phenomenon, it was the noise that got me. It was a loud whooshing sound that felt vaguely apocalyptic—if the apocalypse was happening in a car wash. I fly out of Denver, so this is a regular occurrence for me, but that first time felt otherworldly, almost claustrophobic, especially since I was watching workers outside the plane do things I’d never seen them do before. But for many passengers, it’s the smell that hits them first.
Sustainability, realism, and private aviation’s unfinished conversation
Net-zero pledges and sustainable aviation fuel targets have become fixtures of industry rhetoric, yet capital, policy alignment and customer demand tell a more complicated story. Kevin...
