Irrational Onsets

August 17^th, nineteen seventy-seven,

Flying in a Hughes’ yellow plane…

Seatmates sobbing over the paper,

One woman cried out Elvis’ name.

Sudden hydraulic problems,

While learning all legends die…

I landed safely  in the perfect storm

Yet from then on, afraid to fly.

I had a second leg to go,
But so happy to kiss the ground...
I sought safety in a Hertz Ford Pinto, 
The most dangerous car all around.