> A group of pilots who had run out of hot cross buns on Good Friday decided to fly to the closest open bakery on Rottnest Island.
I can't believe that a bakery (the one bakery) on Rotto would be the closest open bakery...
When I was in school, my dad's friend used to occasionally fly me home from Upstate NY to central MA in what were effectively $100 hamburger runs, just to get his flight hours in. My father-in-law also loves to tell me his stories of flying Navy T-33 trainer jets to DC in the 1950's just as an excuse to visit his girlfriend (who later became his wife).
A "joke" (will probably actually happen) in our company is that when we hit a certain revenue number, we'll reward ourselves by flying to Philadelphia in the morning, having a Philly Cheesesteak for lunch, and then fly home. Of course it won't be a private jet, but probably Southwest.
I guess landing fees add to the $100?
However, increasing fuel prices have since caused an increase in hourly operating costs for most airplanes, and a Cessna 172 now costs US$95–180[3] per Hobbs hour to rent, including fuel.[4]
I had no idea it is so cheap to rent a Cessna. A private jet is easily 20x that
I mean it's 2025 and real hamburgers are edging up in price so that $100 hamburger isn't thaat far away.
It's a sickening feeling to realize that to justify spending $50-100K on a plane and $1K/mo on maintenance and storage, you need some excuse to actually fly the damn thing at least 30X each year at $100/hr.
So no, it's not $100 and it's not a hamburger, but you gotta call it something in polite company.
My friend got his pilot's license somewhat recently and I went on a $100 hamburger run with him. It was a lot of fun! I studied gliders when I was in air cadets as a teen, so I knew a little bit about what was going on, and he let me take control for a few minutes (both seats had controls), but I was too nervous to do very much.