Whenever I'm driving along Highway 5 just barely north of downtown San Diego
and an airplane is getting ready to land at the airport, I try to look up
as it is right over head.  So close you can see the rivets.  Everytime single
time I'm reminded of my dad telling me he loved to drive under the flight 
path of the planes landing at San Jose airport along Highway 17.  He said
he would time it just right and open his sunroof and the plane would overwhelm
everything else and he would feel so tiny.