Several weeks later it was time to fly, and I touched down at SFO on a clear and cool April morning. The star of the show was parked at gate 86, located at the far end of terminal three. Nestled amongst a sea of A320s and 757s its size made it conspicuous at a glance, especially since the jet is usually cozied up to the international terminal gates.
Boarding, thanks to being in business, was quick and relatively painless; which was great, because I wanted to spend as much time as I could soaking it all in on board.