Gates9"Pilot had to dive aggressively to avoid midair collision over Burbank airport."
Don’t planes have seatbelts? How did so many people manage to fly out of their seats?
Also friendly reminder to everybody that planes are still the safest mode of transportation by a significant margin
Planes are the safest form of transportation if you look at safety per km travelled. If you look at other metrics, like safety per trip or per travel time then they are less safe than busses or trains.
Is there list of the least to most dangerous transport types sorted, not by journey, person or distance, but by TIME per person?
Whenever I see "planes are safer than driving by car", it's always based under the metric of by "miles travelled per crash", or "journeys per crash" based. The latter ...
Uriel238 [all pronouns]Bus and Rail rules.
Motorcycles are for the young who don’t want to get old.
Everyone wants to shit on motorcycles, but it’s as much a red herring as a meaningful statement. You might as well mention that horse riding is 25x more dangerous than motorcycles. And if you really want to get into the weeds, go look up how many motorcycle fatalities are single vehicle accidents, and how many of those are due to speeding or alcohol involvement. So if you don’t drink, and don’t act like a fool, you’re really not all that badly off. Still worse than being in a steel cage for protection, but it’s not only for people “who don’t want to get old.”
I was commenting on the vast difference in the statistical numbers. I have no doubt there are lots of steps that can be taken to decrease the risk of shortened lifespan.
But yes, we can safely engage in high-risk behavior (or in some instances like air racing pilots, come to terms that they will likely (and preferably) end their lives explosively and spectacularly). And then there’s how James Cameron does super-deep submersible exploration vs. Stockton Rush.
My mother would not only climb up rock faces and summit mountains all over the Sierra Nevadas (and later in other parts of the world) but would lug twenty five pounds of old-school photography gear to show she did it and took pics of the astounding vistas. As a kid I went along with her sometimes, and encountered a few two many poison oak pushes, mosquito swarms, and stories about lost bits due to frostbite. I Belong To The City now (I belong to the night).