I remember the original Jet America. One of the worst experiences I ever had flying was with them. In September '84 or '85, I flew to Dallas in, IIRC, an older 727, from Long Beach. Other than being late, nothing out of the ordinary on the flight to Dallas. Coming back, however, what a nightmare.
The flight I was supposed to be on from Dallas back to Long Beach originated in St. Louis. It was seven hours late. During that seven hour waitt, we were told we could try and get a seat with someone else at no extra cost to us. It was a busy Labor Day weekend, and most flights were full. The ones that weren’t, once they heard we were Jet America passengers, refused to help. Braniff, in particular, their agent actually laughed loud and long when he found out we were Jet America.
Finally, the plane gets into DFW. It pulls up to the gate, we get in, and it pulls out again. The plane wasn’t at the gate long enough to do anything else other than figuratively pull up to the curb, we jump in, and off we go. Once inside, I ask my new seat mate what happened. She said “it was something to do with the flaps, or wings, or something”. Whatever it was, on take off, rather than a straight climb, we would veer left, then veer right, almost all the way to altitude.
Once we were level, the flight was uneventful until we started our descent into Long Beach. Rather than a gradual descent, we would take steep dives, then level, then another dive, then level off. The plane shook, the cabin lights would go on and off, and we all were rather nervous.
Meanwhile, I had a friend waiting to pick me up. Apparently, there was an announcement at LGB that anyone waiting for my flight should wait in a separate area. Emergency equipment was brought out and waiting on the runway, foam at the ready, for our landing. We were told NONE of this on board. However, despite the rough descent and approach, we landed without incident. Once I met up with my friend, I found out about all the other stuff.
So, this new airline will have to forgive me if I never, ever, get within three or four states of one of their planes, if I can help it. Out of any name they could pick, they pick this one. I suppose Titanic Airlines would have been in poor taste.