Off topic, but my most memorable flight was one of my worst, on a TWA flight in what was then a very aged L1011. Everything about the aircraft seemed well past its best before date. I'd been taking a rare trip home on a weekend to Vancouver from New York where I'd been transferred to, and this flight convinced me that I really wanted to return home to stay in the Pacific Northwest. I'd decided I'd had enough by the time we touched down in Seattle. I quit my job first thing Monday morning after spending a weekend hiking in the mountains and rock climbing with old friends.