As I look back on the flight I think two questions have been asked me most frequently. First: Was I afraid? Secondly: What did I wear?
I'm sorry to be a disappointment in answering the first query. It would sound more exciting if I only could admit having been shockingly frightened. But I honestly wasn't. Of course I realized there was a measure of danger. Obviously I faced the possibility of not returning when first I considered going. Once faced and settled there really wasn't any good reason to refer to it again. After all, even when driving one admits tacitly there is danger, but one doesn't dwell on the result of losing the front wheels or having the rear end fall out on a mountain.
Perhaps the second question may be thought feminine, but I have had as many men as women appear interested.
Remember the early stages of automobiling?
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