Maiden voyages: What you can learn from a first-time air traveler

Do you remember your first time?

The sweaty palms. The racing heart. And the paralyzing fear: What if something goes wrong?

Betsy Talbot was 25 when she took her first flight on a puddle-jumper from Midland, Texas, to Dallas. “I was almost vibrating with excitement,” she remembers. Then the pilot made an announcement: There was a mechanical problem. “All I could think of were disaster scenarios on take-off. I even seriously considered getting off the plane at that point, but when I looked around no one else seemed worried — frustrated, maybe, but not worried.”

Talbot recovered, and then some. She’s now self-employed and is about to travel around the world and write about her experiences on her blog.

I don’t remember my first time; I was just a toddler. But I recently sat next to a virgin on a trip from Orlando to Las Vegas, and neither he — nor I — will forget his first flight. He sprawled into my personal space from his middle seat, fidgeted nervously, and when he spoke I couldn’t understand what he was trying to say.

But as I tried to carry on a conversation in the English language (Me: “There’s really nothing to be afraid of.” Him: “Yah! I’m OK. OK?”) I wondered if there was something to be learned from a first-timer. Roughly 1 in 10 Americans suffer from aerophobia, or fear of flying, although it’s not clear how many of them have never darkened the cabin door of an aircraft. Few Americans have the resources of sportscaster John Madden, who avoids a claustrophobia-inducing flight by using a custom motor coach.

Incidentally, it isn’t just fear that’s keeping many of us away from a plane, but common sense. Flying has become such an unbelievably humiliating experience, it’s no wonder there are still people out there who haven’t flown. If anything, I’m amazed there aren’t more of them out there.

Can these “never-evers” teach you anything? I think so.

1. Is air travel great, or what? Here’s something we experienced air travelers tend to forget: When you take a moment to think about it, flying is really cool. Kim Davis Ventrella, a marketing ‘manager from Silvermine, Conn., can’t forget her stepdaughter Lauren’s maiden flight in 2001, when she was 9. “The look on her face could only be described euphoric,” she says. “It was amazing to watch her react as the plane lifted off the runway, and she felt airborne for the very first time. I will never forget this image of her.” It’s easy to lose sight of the fact that air travel is a remarkable privilege, and that without it we’d still be spending hours (or days) on the road.

2. Expect the unexpected. You never know when you’re going to sit next to a first-timer. Or what they’ll do. Beth Colt, a restaurateur in Cape Cod, Mass., once found herself next to a couple on their first flight from New Jersey to Denver. “They were both very overweight, the man needing a seat extender to get the seat belt buckled around him,” she says. “Once in the air, we hit a patch of turbulence, not too bad, but for the newbies this was the turning point. He stowed the tray table and started vomiting, and when I say vomiting, let me tell you, this was a roar like a lion. The whole plane could hear him. He filled seven barf bags. Then his wife started to throw up too. I was in the window seat. It was a total nightmare.”

3. Any landing you can walk away from is a good one. You think your first flight was awful? Talk to Claude Lambert of Savannah, Ga., who took her first flight in Yugoslavia in 1955. “The plane had seen better days,” she recalls. “It probably was a war trophy of some kind. The interior consisted of two benches facing each other and a large square hole in the middle. “I guess that the plate that once covered the hole had been lost, because the trap remained opened during the whole trip.” There were no seatbelts. Next to Lambert, a man sat holding onto a goat, afraid that it might disappear down the hole. It’s amazing that Lambert boarded another plane, but her experience also puts today’s air travel woes into perspective. It could be much worse.

4. Pack your sense of humor. Bob Bentz once sat next to a frightened first-timer on a recent flight from London to Philadelphia. “He was obviously nervous,” he says. “He was asking me a lot of questions about flying and had several scotches.” The newbie eventually passed out and woke up when the pilot made an announcement that a passenger had gotten sick and they needed to make an emergency landing in Iceland. “Where are we going to land?” the groggy passenger murmured. Bentz pointed at the North Atlantic below and said, “On one of those ships.” To which his seatmate said, “No kidding.” (Actually, I changed the quote for the family audience.) They eventually touched down safely — on land. That was some prank, but it does underscore the need to pack a sense of humor when you fly, regardless of your frequent flier status.

5. There’s hope for the future. Air travel wasn’t always such a difficult experience. Don Smith remembers his first flight in 1966, when he was being sent home from Army basic training for Christmas. “I flew military standby in uniform on United from D.C. to Chicago,” he says. “I believe I paid $19 or $29. The only empty seat was in first class, and United put me in it. The flight attendant asked me, ‘Private Smith, how would you like your steak prepared?’ I knew then that I could learn to love flying.” When I hear from readers like Smith, I don’t get upset about how far we’ve fallen since then. I’m hopeful that flying can again become a civil, even elegant, experience.

What can we learn from those who have never flown? That air travel is an amazing, random, funny, life-affirming and hopeful experience. And a musical one, too.

Yes, musical. Tim Speer, a quality assurance manager from Weymouth, Mass., remembers being seated next to a first-timer who was “terrified of the plane crashing and never seeing her children again” and grabbed his hand as the plane taxied down the runway.

“I somewhat jokingly asked if she’d like for me to sing her a song as well, to which she replied ‘Yes, please! Anything to distract me!’ So I obliged and sang ‘Goodbye To Love’ and ‘Superstar’ by The Carpenters the entire time we were in the air. As we touched down, she said thank you, released her grip, and we went our separate ways.”

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  • http://rjtalestold.blogspot.com Dick Jordan

    At age 7, I donned a suit and tie, climbed aboard a United Airlines DC-6, and took my first big trip: From Seattle up to Vancouver, British Columbia, for the day, and then back to Seattle the same evening by train.

    Travel by air and train in the U.S. in the early 1950′s was a nose-pressed-to-the-window experience for me. Today we run the security gauntlet before being stuffed, unloved and unfed, into Sardine Class aboard airliners, or hope and pray that Amtrak just might get us to our destination on time.
    But most of us still travel if we can and when we can, even though the joy of the journey itself has diminished over time.

  • Justin

    Midland, Texas…. Poor Betsy. I was there two months ago. Talk about a very overpriced city that’s in the middle of a desert and surrounded by nothing. Well OK, Midland and Odessa are surrounded by nothing…..

    As for my first time flying, well I guess it depends. My first time was when I was a kid and took a plane ride on a Censa. It was quite exciting. A family friend booked us on it and I remember having a great time. I can’t say how old I was at the time. I would guess 8-10 years old or there abouts. Short of that, my first time on an actual plane was when I was 19 turning 20. A friend and I were headed to Ft. Walton Beach in Florida. Since then, I’ve flown enough times….

    Still, my one terrifying experience.. I was 16 and took a ride on a mash style helicopter at an air show. It had no doors and we were probably 2-3000 feet up, easily. The only thing holding you in was a seat belt and I was on the end. How about NEVER AGAIN???

  • http://www.sedunia.com.my Angela800b

    I don’t remember my first time, I was too young. But I do remember some of the plane journeys I used to take before the personal entertainment sytems.

    People used to talk to each other and I used to play with the other kids. Must have been annoying for the other passengers but at least seemed for of an adventure.

  • Bill

    My first time was in a single engine prop with my father. We were going somewhere in the north that did not have roads. It was fairly uneventful – fortunately.

    First time on a jet was on a 737. I was going to a new job. There was a storm, the plane was continually delayed. They were professional and kept us well informed, we got there safely.

  • Julie

    I, too, took my first flight as a toddler. We flew often for vacations since my father hated to drive. I remember the drive to the airport (an hour away), and the excitement when we could finally see the planes taking off and landing. To this day, the smell of jet fuel generates happy feelings and good memories. It is “the going away” smell.
    The only down side was that my dad was a smoker. We always sat in the “smoking section” of the airplane, which was in the back (as if there could be a non-smoking section in an air-tight metal tube). All the other smokers who sat in the front would walk to the back and stand in the aisle and smoke. I think I probably had the equivalent of 3 or 4 cigarettes by secondary smoke by the end of every flight.
    But we did get to Florida!

  • Michael

    I must be one of the few who doesn’t remember his first time. All I know is, I was six weeks old and my parents were taking me from New York to Los Angeles to meet the other set of grandparents.

  • Chicky

    I was 22 the first time I flew. It was from Huntsville, AL to Seattle, WA. I’m prone to motion sickness, and when we had been in the air 10 minutes, the nausea set in. Fortunately, I never did throw up, but on the ORD-SEA leg, the FAs kept me in ginger ale, which was welcome, and helped.
    You could tell I’d never been much of anywhere in my life. I had my nose pressed to the window like a four-year-old. It was truly amazing.
    As we started our descent into Seattle, we flew over top a cloud bank. As I looked at the clouds, which looked like snow, I saw, jutting out of the tops of the clouds, the peak of Mount Rainier. It looked close enough to touch.
    It was an unforgettable image and as I gazed at the sight, my eyes filled with tears and I murmured, “The heavens delcare the glory of the Lord and the firmament praiseth his handiwork.”
    When I think of air travel, that image always comes to mind.

  • Wrona

    Michael, I was 17 days old. My mother took my 3 year old brother and I on a 14 hour trip to a family funeral. To this day, she still talks about the kind gentleman who offered to hold me while she got my brother situated – and then continued to hold me against his chest for the entire flight, letting her catch up on sleep.

  • Amanda

    I don’t remember my first flight, but I do remember flying when I was nine – I was so mesmerized by the clouds that I made up a little song for myself that I still remember to this day! I’m not a nervous flier, but I do have certain traditions when I take off and land. I adopted my mom’s habit of closing her eyes and grabbing my hand at takeoff, not because I’m frightened, but it just feels like what you “do” when you fly to me. Now, when I fly alone without a hand to hold, I hold my charm from Tokyo’s Meiji shrine – blessed specifically for safe travels!

  • Greg

    I also do not remember my first flight but I do remember flying as a child. We would board Piedmont or Allegheny Air from RIC and almost always my brother and I would get invited to the cockpit mid-flight. I remember standing there in amazement as the world passed below us.