I'm 6'5", with a 37" inseam. Started flying in '83 (1 to 3 times a month) and in those days the gate attendants would see me approach the desk and start typing immediately, to give me an aisle seat change, no extra charge. That didn't last long but it was great for about four years. Usually just looked out the window or read a book or magazine. If I was lucky I had an interesting seat-mate to talk to.
When I got my first laptop (13" MBA) I was excited to use it on the plane; when we reached altitude the guy in front of me immediately reclined his seat all the way, and so my new laptop was put away. Never got tired of just looking out the window, especially at night during a lightning storm.
Then the carry-on wars started. I would always pay the $25 to stow my overnight bag, so I could put my briefcase in the overhead bin and keep my footwell free (Size 13.5 shoes). Then the stewardperson would ask,
"Sir, could you put your briefcase under the seat in front of you, so this biker dude can put his carry-on up there?"
Me: "Uh, I paid $25 to stow my carryon, so I could place my briefcase up there; I have big feet"
Stewardperson: "Uh, okay. Biker dude, we'll have to put your carry-on into the hold below"
Biker dude: ".... " (but glared at me in a deadly manner).
This happened for about three flights in a row, and about 8 years ago I just refused to fly commercially anymore, even drove from UT to Sioux Falls SD for my own mom's funeral.
Now, what do I do on long drives? Half the time, just watch the scenery, sometimes with music. (I love music, but I also love just the quiet drone of the highway, and getting lost in my thoughts). If I ever get the urge to go somewhere overseas I'll pay the money for first-class, but I already hate the airlines so much that probably won't happen in this lifetime.
Sorry for blabbing so long.