The first flight I took on a 767 was across the Atlantic from YYZ to CDG in April of 1987. It was an Air Canada 200ER on the 880. I was shocked when I got to the gate and learned that it was this twin-engined boat taking me into terroritory where only trijets and 747s had gone before.
At the time the L-1011 was the default plane for that route, the 747 being the flight that went through Montreal, the 870.
I got there in one piece from what I recall.
Actually, it was a bad flight. No window seat, and lots of bumps.
In late '86 and early 1987 Crocodile Dundee was the all the rage in the theatres. Anything Australian was in vogue. But I didn't like that Paul Hogan. Don't know why. And I certainly was not going to see his cheesy movie. I wouldn't see it and I wouldn't rent it, regardless of the fact that everyone else seemed to love it. The more popular the movie became the more I vowed I wouldn't see it. Period.
Well, after dinner on that flight, guess what the movie was. If I kept my head forward and my eyes open, which is the default position for airline passengers, I was forced to watch it. And with all the bumps on that flight, the seat belt light stayed on almost the entire way there. So I couldn't escape the viewing of Crocodile Dundee that fateful night. Circumstances literally forced me to watch it.
That's my experience with the Air Canada 767-200ER from YYZ to CDG.
A Lousy flight. But the movie wasn't bad.
An optimist robs himself of the joy of being pleasantly surprised