So Nashville must have eight foot long runways because the second the tires hit asphalt, the brakes were applied. Hard. Then we bounced then we finally stopped. The landing was fine but the stopping scared the shit out of me. And now the flight to New York is delayed. Sigh. Have I mentioned before how much I hate flying? At least the flight home is direct.
Stuck in Nashville
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