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about four years ago i flew from London to New York in a Goldwing/Goldstar or something, some jet anyway. It was pretty slick as you could get your driver to drop you right by the plane, and they would come and check your passport etc... on the plane - no fucking self righteous prick at the departure desk for you.
the only tense moment was when it had to stop and refuel in Quebec, they opened the whole airport up for us, but refused to accept the pilots 'fuel credit card' - for a while it looked like we were going to have to put $12000 worth of aviation fuel on my fucking amex. Still they relented in the end and woke up the right guy and ran the card.
all in all the least stressful journey I've ever made across the Atlantic.
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