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.
PRIVATE AVIATION IN TIMES OF CRISIS
Kevin Singh, pilot and CEO of Icarus Jet discusses access, responsibility and the limits of the market. When parts of the aviation system slow down, it is assumed that the rest of the industry will...
