City-to-City On a Private Jet | Peter Mandel
I'll bet that flying -- to you -- means roughly what it does to me. Battling seat-pockets that eat knee-space. Emptying your inner life into plastic trays.
Far above the clouds another better world exists: It's a paradise of infinite legroom and no one around to pat you down pre-flight. In fact, as a passenger in a private jet, you call the shots, even when it comes to buckling seatbelts.
Celebrities and Romney-class politicians know this well. And so do I -- since a business-owning pal let me fly a JetSuite Embraer Ph