As any good traveler knows, the act--the art!--of transportation is essential to one's travel experience. Last winter I flew from JFK-->LAX aboard Virgin America. The flight departed at 10:00am EST, but when you're cruising at 35,000 feet, you enter an elastic time zone where the bar never closes and it's breakfast all day. I used the plane's nifty electronic system to order a single-serving bottle of bubbly. It wasn't until I had a few sips that I noticed a message etched into the cup's base: "Was it as refreshing for you as it was for me?" I imagined fish tacos, palm trees, Mid-Century Modern architecture. I considered the desk full of papers I'd left behind. Why yes, Virgin America; it was.