October Crazy Travel Roundup

October Crazy Travel Roundup

October, the smell of fall, as well as the smell of craziness, is in the air. This time of year the road warrior looks forward to the holidays and a less hectic travel schedule. Yet the nutjobs trudge forward full-force.

October Travel

Right out the gate, we’re hitting you where it hurts. Remember snakes on a plane? Consider cockroaches on a planenot one plane, but two planes. A $20.00 bottle of anything from Home Depot could’ve helped.

October Travel

Looking to get thrown off a plane? Here are 16 folks that you need to top, and none of their antics involved booze.

October Travel

I’ve often said you come back to what you know. In this case, a Boeing jet hijacked in 1977 returns home. The story is an interesting read, and who knew that you could buy a 737-200 for $24,000.00, cheaper than my daily driver.

October Travel

After cockroaches on a plane consider artists on a plane. Architect John Gardner doesn’t spend his flight time idly. John asks for two cups of water and begins painting right around 10,000 feet.

October Travel

There’s not much that bothers me when flying. Except for the asshat who decides his mission in life is to open the emergency exit mid-flight. Alex Croft I understand, we all have struggles. But, when your battle encroaches on my safety, that’s not alright.

October Travel

I’m a fan of IKEA, Chateau Relaxo is proof of that. Andrew writes a long tale. Think stolen luggage, IKEA shopping bags used as replacement luggage, security and finally an arrest.

October Travel

A New Jersey man is suing United Airlines. His claim is that he was urinated on by a heavily intoxicated passenger sitting next to him. LINK. I say it on a weekly basis, nothing good comes from drinking on an airplane. Altitude, pressurized cabin or loneliness, I have no idea but drinking and flying don’t mix.

October Travel

One of my favorite places is Asheville, NC. Earlier this month someone left a bomb at the Asheville Regional Airport….. not cool.

Bomb technicians neutralized the device, which was packed inside a glass jar. Bomb dogs indicated the presence of explosive material. Analysts determined that the bomb was powered by ammonium nitrate, packed with nails to serve as shrapnel, and set to go off on a timer — an alarm clock, minus its bells, set to 6 o’clock.
As for the man who dropped it off, FBI investigators had surveillance footage — a white male wearing black clothes, with a black cap. He’d walked in after midnight and left a bag inside the building.

They also found a brand-new backpack in the woods near the airport — REI’s “Traverse 70” brand. Inside the bag were gloves, a fuel source, a roll of Gorilla Tape, and “what appeared to be an alarm clock bell,” Agent James Anderson writes, “consistent with the bell missing from the clock” in the bomb. Plus there was a spoon — gray, polymer.

Crooks are stupid, and Michael Estes proves it. When he bought that REI backpack he used his REI membership number during the sale. Besides the REI 10% rebate on purchases, Michael Estes also got a set of handcuffs.

October Travel

Firefighters had to rescue this fellow who got stuck on a telephone wire 19 floors above the ground. He found himself in this predicament because he didn’t want to pay his hotel bill and decided to climb out the window and traverse along a phone wire to another building, thus avoiding the pesky clerk at the counter on the ground floor. About halfway across, he gave up and waited for someone to save him. I call BS on the phone wire but read for yourself. LINK

October Travel

Like it or not, social media is here to stay. For a few hundred dollars Private Jet Studio will book a 2-hour photo shoot for you with a grounded Gulfstream. Time to impress your followers, the catch, it’s in Moscow.

October Travel

“I am way over, take me to jail.”….. after 20+ DWI’s you know when you’re hammered. When I read about Danny Lee Bettcher I expected to see the story had been generated by The Onion. I was wrong, it seems that Danny Lee has been arrested for 28 DWI’s. Apparently 28 is the magic number for when they finally take your license.

For this young lady, God isn’t her co-pilot, he’s the pilot. She goes on to prove it by yelling “Jesus” and “Hallelujah” during a mechanical delay at the gate.

“Come at me bro” quickly became “don’t tase me bro” last week in Miami. It’s a long video, but the first minute gets the point across. The point, if you choose hand-to-hand combat with officers, more than likely you’ll lose. They’ve got batons and oh yeah, guns.

Another month with minimal disappointment, you have to love the traveling masses. I’m sure we’ll be back in November.

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