I'm with you. I am hardly ever NOT motion sick, and a pretty good flyer in general, but the closest I EVER came to the little white bag was during the landing of one of these nasty little CRJs.

Most of the time a hard landing in a CRJ is because that is the first time a pilot has landed such an aircraft...being licensed in planes from small to about that size, but having only flow the small one until flying a CRJ full of passengers. And they were not all together very good at landing the little ones smooth.

My fear of airline flying has actually increased since marrying a flight instructor. Go figure.

Flying in general sucks, get to the airport way in advance -- have to leave the Swiss Army Knife & Leatherman at home + no liquids, gels or shaving cream -- sit around and wait, take connecting flights that are at the other end of the airport or in a different building altogether, wait for luggage, cramped seating, ugh. The only time I have any semblance of fear though, is landing at Reagan National, where if you look out the window all you see is water, even when you're at the top of the sailboat masts. "Excuse me, Mr. Pilot sir, but shouldn't there be land when we are, ah, landing?"

I may take the train to Virgina this summer. Looks to be cheaper than both plane and car.

Not being an executive-type, if I fly once a year, it's a busy travel schedule. But I remember living in San Diego, and how freaky it was to land there -- not because you approach over water, but because you're in your final descent over downtown. pilots hate it, they have to approach on a very flat slope until the last minute, when they drop like a rock.