Our bags our packed, roof down as we head off to the airport. Your hair blowing in the breeze, your hand on my lap. Squeezing my thigh, I am tempted to drive slower but we have a plane to catch. We get to the airport park the Red Devil and check in. Secretly hoping the plane is not full and we have a row of seats to ourselves. Finding our seats, so far so good. We near the back of the plane, sjoe they just closed the door...