Yes. The CRJ-200, a 50-seat passenger jet that changed the regional airline industry will no longer be flown by me in about two days. I don't think I'm going to miss it. In July I am training to fly the Embraer 175, a completely new jet, and from what I hear, far superior to what I am flying now. Every time I fly the 200, there is a maintenance issue. Yesterday, an engine wouldn't start. You know... minor maintenance things. That plane is single-handedly ruining my quality of life since we are always delayed.
For the rest of the month, I will be flying the CRJ-700, which means I have already had my final flight in the -900, which culminated in a smooth landing in Las Vegas about a week ago. Nicole took this picture of us taxiing to the gate in San Diego in that very same plane. Anyway, we arrived to Ontario, California around 2am, because of maintenance delays. I have never overnighted here before as it is not served from LAX directly, which is only about 50 miles away. As far as LA traffic goes though, I might as well be on Mars.
Across the street from the hotel is the Ontario Mills outlet mall, which has a lot more stores than the mall in Minot, North Dakota. There must be a significant Japanese diaspora in this area because the first store I entered was a Japanese clothing store. My eyes were drawn to this t-shirt which is simply an image of a burger. Needless to say, I bought that before you could say, "No onions." For lunch, I went to the food court and had a bento box from a Japanese fast food. It was not really anything close to what I would actually eat in Japan.
It was, however, very similar to Japanese food one would acquire in Japan... at Epcot. I guess they realize that hot dog buns filled with cold ramen or seaweed-wrapped onigiri filled with raw fish wasn't what the American palette was craving. Today, we will end up in San Francisco for an overnight. Initially I was considering going into the city, but the nearest BART station is 2.5 miles from the hotel, so I won't really have time to watch seals knock each other off floating platforms down by the wharf. I will instead be stuck around Millbrae, California, a city known for being close to San Francisco airport, and little else. I have 7 more flights in the 200 before I bid it adieu for the rest of my life. Do I hear a choir singing? Oh... no, that's just the passengers yelling out because the temperature control is completely out of whack.
Yes. The CRJ-200, a 50-seat passenger jet that changed the regional airline industry will no longer be flown by me in about two days. I don't think I'm going to miss it. In July I am training to fly the Embraer 175, a completely new jet, and from what I hear, far superior to what I am flying now. Every time I fly the 200, there is a maintenance issue. Yesterday, an engine wouldn't start. You know... minor maintenance things. That plane is single-handedly ruining my quality of life since we are always delayed.
For the rest of the month, I will be flying the CRJ-700, which means I have already had my final flight in the -900, which culminated in a smooth landing in Las Vegas about a week ago. Nicole took this picture of us taxiing to the gate in San Diego in that very same plane. Anyway, we arrived to Ontario, California around 2am, because of maintenance delays. I have never overnighted here before as it is not served from LAX directly, which is only about 50 miles away. As far as LA traffic goes though, I might as well be on Mars.
Across the street from the hotel is the Ontario Mills outlet mall, which has a lot more stores than the mall in Minot, North Dakota. There must be a significant Japanese diaspora in this area because the first store I entered was a Japanese clothing store. My eyes were drawn to this t-shirt which is simply an image of a burger. Needless to say, I bought that before you could say, "No onions." For lunch, I went to the food court and had a bento box from a Japanese fast food. It was not really anything close to what I would actually eat in Japan.
It was, however, very similar to Japanese food one would acquire in Japan... at Epcot. I guess they realize that hot dog buns filled with cold ramen or seaweed-wrapped onigiri filled with raw fish wasn't what the American palette was craving. Today, we will end up in San Francisco for an overnight. Initially I was considering going into the city, but the nearest BART station is 2.5 miles from the hotel, so I won't really have time to watch seals knock each other off floating platforms down by the wharf. I will instead be stuck around Millbrae, California, a city known for being close to San Francisco airport, and little else. I have 7 more flights in the 200 before I bid it adieu for the rest of my life. Do I hear a choir singing? Oh... no, that's just the passengers yelling out because the temperature control is completely out of whack.