Few things in life have such remarkable consistency, but a cargo airplane is one of them.
The roar usually begins at 11:04 p.m. Other times, 11:07 p.m. Rough weather might slip it back to 11:10 p.m. There must be some amount of finger-drumming and toe-tapping.
This UPS flight always heads the same direction – straight away from my apartment windows, out across the water of the Illinois River and into the night.
I know that it’s an Airbus A300 and I know that it goes from Rockford -> Peoria -> Louisville. I do not know if the pilot and co-pilot are fun folks, with loose neckties and wild keychains.
Maybe there’s music playing once they reach a cruising altitude.
Maybe it’s terrifically boring.
Maybe I’m the only one who notices.