It's an extremely frustrating mystery to me. The answer to which has eluded me for the better part of a decade. And that is why so many of you get all teary eyed and melancholy at the sight of an old airliner being broken up for parts, beer cans, or used for fire drill training. What internal force drives some of you to personify these machines as though seeing one being cut up is akin to losing a family member? They are only machines! Yes I know all about the history with the DC-8, 707, 747 and so on. But do we have to "preserve" every one? Why not just keep two of e`ch? One on display and one in flying condition? If we were to try and save every last remaining 707, DC-8, DC-9, 747, and so on. And then 20 years from now, y'all will be bemoaning the slow death of the MD-80, A320, A330, 757 and 767....exactly where are all of these planes going to go? Where is the money to maintain and restore them going to come from? The list goes on and on.....More importantly.....why oh why must we endure the heart wrenching eulogy every time N123XX meets the scrap mans torch?
Now don't misunderstand me. I love airliners here as much as the next person does, but what I feel separates me from so many of you is that I recognize them for what they are: machines...they have no feelings...no emotions...and so on. Also, while I have absolutely no objection to having a 707 or two preserved, it is not practical, or feasible to try and rescue every last one like baby kittens from the local pound. I take flights for fun...not flights of fancy.