I don’t know about you, but I’m getting pretty sick of commercial airline travel. They charge you a fortune for a ticket but still have the nerve to nickel and dime you with baggage fees and other nonsense. Then you get to the airport two hours before your flight so you can spend one and a half hours getting waiting at the security checkpoint, where you have to take off your shoes and belt before they put you through that embarrassing Nudomatic 5000 x-ray machine. And all this just for the privilege of being herded onto an overcrowded plane like cattle and served a tiny bag of pretzels with a “complimentary” 4-ounce soft drink. A soft drink>.
Can you tell I just got back from a trip?
Anyway, it’s no wonder the millionaires and billionaires of the world have their own private planes. If I had their money, I’d get one, too—and not just some dinky Cessna. I’d get one of the awesome rides you’re about to see, because, in my fantasies, it’s go big or go home. So check these sweet private jets out and imagine what it would be like if flying wasn’t the most frustrating and degrading way to travel.