None that affect me more than occasional attacks of over active imagination. but these also strike me when doing things like "walking"



I'm more likely to slip up in lab and cut myself wide open with a blunt probe than for the particular plane I'm on to crashh and cause a catastrophic accident. That and I sleep through most the flight anyways.




I actually love taking off. The pressure of pushing back into the seat makes my back feel FANTASTIC



I hate landing. Particularly in Phoenix. Mostly because Landing is the most un-smooth stomach-jarring part of flying (for the most part), and I get motion sickness in enclosed spaces. It doesn't bother me in the air, but the up down of the landing gets me. I also strangely have never gotten sick on a boat (go figure)



<hugs and pats and cooing reassurances)



It's really not. but then again, I also take pleasure in my horse racing around an arena flinging itself over fences, and equestrian events are statistically more deadly than car racing. So in comparison to a over half ton animal grabbing the bit in his reins and bolting around the arena bucking and trying to throw me...yah flying seems pretty tame