This is the plane that took me from Akron, the land of Agony, to the wind-torn plains of Chicago. You have to love those little propellors.... After running back and forth between the Continental and United terminals in Cleveland trying to catch an earlier flight on standby (that tunnel walkway is FOREVER long - I was so exhausted by the time I landed on this flight).





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Hey - those gutters (from what I can see) look nice!
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