I remember one famous British golfer who wouldn’t travel to the US to play because he was afraid of flying. Yet he would chain-smoke round the golf course. Isn’t it strange that if we felt there was the slightest fault in an aircraft, we wouldn’t go up in it, yet we accept the one-in-two odds that smoking will kill or disable us? And what is our reward for taking this truly staggering risk? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
