I was reading in the Sunday Times today about Airforce 1. (Article by Christina Lamb: “Soaraway Dave will fly on the coolest plane on earth.”)
It described lots of features of the President’s plane, down to the perpetually present doctor and potential operating theatre. Smashing: a portable home from home with all mod-cons, and then some.
It’s hardly travelling light. It’s more than everything but the kitchen sink. It’s the kitchen sink and embossed china.
Quite hard to get-away-from-it-all, I’d imagine, when there’s room aboard for all you family and friends the Secret Service and the media.
Something about it reminds me of Noah’s Ark, where you take aboard everything to start your life over again in a post-apocalyptic world, kinda. Except there were animals in place of the media. And unless Shem, Ham and Japheth and their wives were working for the Secret Service, they weren’t there either.
If I had to get a cover-all-eventuality-getaway-vehicle, I don’t think I would want a plane.
I think I’d prefer a pink Volkswagen campervan, stocked with a heater, a comfy bed and a wee stove so I could make tea. Instead of circling the airspace waiting for a safe place to land, I’d go up the A93 and park somewhere scenic.
Do you want your own Airforce 1? Or Ark?
What every-eventuality vehicle would you choose?