Just a few hours now from our planned midnight departure to New York. As I look out on the setting sun to the West, and the planes of many different colors lined up in the parking area, my co-pilot Winston joins me and says,
"I don't mean to put a downer on this whole thing, but am I the only who's thought about the fact that this thing is starting on the 13th?"
I reply, "So? Lots of planes fly on the 13th and nothing happens to them."
"But they weren't doing anything quite like this...."
"I think we have better things to worry about than superstition at the moment, Winston."
"Do you think we can win this thing? I mean, with all the Stratocruisers in this thing...."
"If I didn't think I could beat a bunch of overweight flying whales, I wouldn't have signed up for this thing."
"All I know is that this is going to be one heckuva race."
"That is for sure."