Charleston Recap: Smooth Sailing
I will be the first to admit that I have zero cool when it comes to an irrational fear of dying in a plane crash. So when it was decided that we would fly in a private jet to Charleston Race Week I have to admit how apprehensive I was about it. However, it was also pretty amazing and worthy of copious amounts of excitement that helped fight the fear. We got to the airport at Kenosha (a whopping 15 minutes from our house, woo hooo!) 15 minutes before our scheduled departure, there was no security lines and I could bring my coffee with instead of slamming it and scalding my throat or having to wait until after the security line to get my caffeine fix, making Shannon grumpy. All of conveniences also made up for the intense fear I felt during both take-offs, perpetuated by my ignorance of how these planes work. In retrospect, the convenience combined with the amenities made flying in a private jet pretty damn sweet. Thanks Wheels Up ! End of trip pro... Sli...
