Ride with someone more scared. In the 1980s I was on a regional flight that had to come back around and land after a cracked engine manifold caused a small fir

Ride with someone more scared. In the 1980s I was on a regional flight that had to come back around and land after a cracked engine manifold caused a small fire that burned a grapefruit-sized hole in the cowling. It was a wide circle and a smooth landing, but I didn't care for it. After that, I really didn't want to get on anything smaller than a 737. Some time later I found myself on another puddle jumper. The fellow across the aisle was another nervous flier, it seemed. He was deeply unhappy to realize that the woman collecting tickets at the steps was the co-pilot, so that there was an all-female cockpit. That and the mild turbulence kept him unhappy for the duration of the flight. My amusement killed my nervousness, which has not returned.