I have been a repeated passenger on the good old 747 for a number of years. She remains elegant and even more beautiful than her A380 rival. Yet she's from 1968. The whine of her turbines as she makes her final approach into Nairobi's JKIA has no match. Even street urchins know she's approaching. When she leaves, I know. From my house miles away.
I've flown inside her hump and in her belly. I've been in her cockpit too, briefly. Tiny but a command post for a great bird.
It's almost unimaginable that this plane was built so long before Boeing hit 100. There's no airliner like this one. My prayer: Do not retire her, just refurbish her.