So yesterday I was zinging along with the petal to the metal doing 130 knots or so. Pilot in command, controlling my own destiny, on my way to OK to have some lunch with my awesome copilot. Today I'm over New Orleans on my way to FL at 39,000 ft doing 650 knots and it's not nearly as cool. I'm not squashing the petdals, I'm not yanking nor banking. I guess first class makes it worth it, but having the yoke in your hands is many many times better than any first class seat.