A bunch of years ago, coming back from Nantucket on a Saturday with my whole family in the airplane, we hear a plane in distress with Cape Approach. The distressed plane, a Piper Arrow, decides to land on a major highway probably 10 miles from the airport that it had just taken off from. Approach asks me to monitor the situation and report the outcome.
As we hear the final comments from the frantic pilot, we see a huge plume of black smoke rise over the trees. Not good.
The plane had tried to land on the Northbound lane of the highway going with traffic, clipped a tree with its left wing, gone across the median and hit a station wagon going the opposite way killing 2 of the 3 family members inside. The plane then burns to a crisp in the middle of the highway killing the pilot and passenger. Pretty tramautizing event to hear and see.
Then to make matters worse, I go into work on Monday and start telling the story, turns out the pilot was married to one of my co-workers. Great, now I have to recount the story of how I heard and saw him kill himself and 3 other people. What a day.
Everytime I drive on that highway, I see the charred pavement where the plane hit the car and am reminded of how fragile life is.