Oh, jet fuel. Thou rare afterthought, nay, of no thought at least from those who traverse upon silvered wings to dizzying heights, blown by the breath of dawn itself, never considering, never thanking the oily black lifeblood which maintains a peaceful peregrination through the clouds.
But, soft! What information through yonder window breaks (but not really because the plane has tempered glass windows pressurized perfectly, huzzah)? What idea has planted in the garden of mine mind, ready to bloom and as petals on the wind, spread its facts and figures far and wide?
Dost thou comprehend the differences between regular fuel and the fuel of the jet? Nay? Let me count and share the ways.