I'm probably the last person my wife likes to fly with. I'm a mechanic by trade and my wife swears I stare at the engines trying to calculate the stress and tension factors of the bolts,

"See it! That one right there! I know it's not the same length as the one next to it. Why is that one stainless, I can see the markings and the one next to it is merely case hardened? What's that? Yes, a double please, no make that THREE doubles!"

She thinks it is hilarious coming from a guy who once turned a 9.15 in the quarter mile on a racing bike and also got clocked at 162 mph on a two lane country road (the copper was pretty nice about it. He gave me a ticket for "in gross excess of the posted speed limit")

She usually liquors me up pretty good before the flight and doesn't allow me to sit by the window.