33 hours. That’s 18 hours longer than my longest flight, Agadir, Morocco to Abidjan, The Ivory Coast. 1800 miles over the Sahara desert, at night, by flashlight because my electrical system went tits up malfunctioned. I’m still pretty damn proud of that flight but it’s nothing compared to Lucky Lindy’s flight. Ferrying airplanes eastbound over the Atlantic means fighting a whole host of challenges but one of the worst is fatigue. Losing three or four hours a day due to time zones really takes it out of you, like how tired you are when you lose just one hour for daylight savings time. But 33 hours alone in a cramped cockpit without even the occasional radio call to help keep you awake must have been hell. Just try sitting in your living room for 33 hours without sleeping. I’ll let you watch Netflix, surf the internet, text the local pizza joint for a delivery, update your Facebook page and even get up to go to the bathroom. I bet you still fall asleep before hitting the 33 hour mark. My hat’s off to you Lindy, I might have done it many more times than you, but you were the first.
