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Originally Posted by eliterummy

Todays accident in New York...

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holy crap yea I would freak out with lightning. I live right next to O'hare airport in Chicago and once in awhile I see a plane get struck. The plane never gets hurt but shit it's scary to see.

I remember flying through a lightning storm one night on the way to Chicago after being stuck on the runway in KC for three hours. I thought it was awesome. The cute little blonde sitting beside me was freaking out, though.

For my amusement, I kept describing to her what was going on outside the plane. Things like "wow that was really close" and "oh my god, that was like three bolts at once". She would reply by telling me how scared she was. I loved it. She had taken her shoes off at some point and her feet smelled bad. It was my own way of getting even.

Routine flight coming in to Orlando. We start circling and after about a hour, the pilot comes on and says that they have a warning light that one of the landing gears is not down completely. We don't think that it's a problem, but we are going to circle a few more times close to the tower so that they can give us visual confirmation before we land. So we do a couple more loops, one about 500 ft above ground level. Pilot says that the gear appears to be down and that the warning light is now out, so we are going to come in for landing but to brace in case we have to do a nose landing. We go in fine - no problems.

thought op said fight experience. I will not tell the story of my buddy getting his ass kicked by a tranny.

I go to the local shell station to grab 2 bottles of pepsi. As I am walking out these 2 wanna be tough guys are walking torward the door. The one says to the 2 kids standing near the door and I quote " Nigger get outta my way". Now the 2 black kids couldnt have been more than 12 years old and were not even in these 2 tough guy wanna be's way. I said to the guy "WTF DID YOU JUST SAY" and he repeats the above line. I say to the one why the fuck you have to be so ignorant? and he tells me to shut my mouth and mind my own business. At this point the one head bobs at me. I then immediately punch him square in the nose/mouth area. He falls down on the ground blood spitting outta his nose and mouth.

The other one just backs up and doesnt say a word and tries to decide what his next move is. The smaller black kid then kicks the guy that I just knocked out / down in the side with the side of his foot. He say "Nigger this!!" The other white wanna be tough guy then picks up his friend and helps him to his Iroc. He is leaning out the door and spitting blood all over the place.

Moral of the story dont be ignorant and play a tough guy and all ignorant when someone might put you into your place.

Fk now I have some skin missing from my knuckle.

Hope you all have a good eve.

Flying home from Christmas last year was the scariest thing ever (and i've been on flights where an engine caught on fire before, and an engine went out before).

My hometown is the 2nd hardest airport in British Columbia to land in because of the mountains surrounding it and fog, etc. (Randomfrost could explain if he was still around).

Anyways, it was December (obviously) and we were warned about turbulance, and before I could even do up my seatbelt, we dropped about 800 feet in under a second because of a "frozen pocket of air" (propellor plane). I elevated out of my chair and my head hit the roof. Luggage fell everywhere, and we continued to fall immediately into another frozen pocket of air (fell about another 1200 feet instantaneously). One lady smashed her head off the ceiling and was bleeding, people were crying. The stewardess who was making the announcement at the time completely "hovered" fell face first into the ground and broke her nose. A chair in the middle of the airplane literally got ripped out of the floor and flew across the isle into other passengers.

4 people got wheelchaired off my plane upon landing, the stewardess was rushed off (blood everywhere), the pilots said they had never experienced anything like that before in their lives, and I literally did not stop shaking for about 2 hours afterwards. Oh yeah, and they lost my luggage for 2 days on top of all that.

I refuse to ever fly home again, which is why when I went home this summer, I flew into the nearest other airport (6.5 hours away) and got my parents to pick me up. It was that bad.

Cliff Notes:
-flew home at Christmas and plane dropped about 2000 feet in under 2 seconds.
-hit head on roof, luggage everywhere, chair ripped out of the floor
-stewardess hovered in air, smashed into ground, broke her nose.
-4 people wheelchaired off airplane
-lost my luggage for 2 days ontop of all that.

Fuck HawkAir and Fuck Terrace, British Columbia

Allsum story, brah. Hope he left a few teeth on the floor.

Long time ago when I was in the Navy I was doing a lot of flying from Atlanta back to Chicago on the weekends. On this particular flight it was sleeting/snowing and the wind was blowing pretty hard from the lakes when we got to O'Hare.

Just as the wheels of the plane are about to touch the runway this huge-ass downdraft hit the plane and smacked it onto the tarmac. The front wheel and the left landing gear hit and bounced the plane to the right. I was sitting in a window seat on the right side of the plane and watched with awe as the right wingtip whipped down and almost touched the runway.

The plane fish-tailed down the runway for a couple of hundred feet and it was a toss-up of whether we were going to straighten up or go into a spin. The stewardesses where visibly shaken, but we passengers never had time to really freak out before it was all over. I think that flight is one of the main reasons I'm probably not ever going to get in another plane.

I think every flight I've been on except maybe 1 gave the turbulence warnings but never anything bad happened. This 1 flight I slept the whole way through then woke up towards the end of the flight. I wasn't paying attention at all and took my seatbelt and stood up to go use the bathroom and everyone was staring at me for some reason. Yep we were landing that's why I fell down and rolled back a few feet then pulled my way back to my seat feeling like such a moron and I had to take a piss more than ever at this point.

 

Originally Posted by hostile

Flying home from Christmas last year was the scariest thing ever (and i've been on flights where an engine caught on fire before, and an engine went out before).

My hometown is the 2nd hardest airport in British Columbia to land in because of the mountains surrounding it and fog, etc. (Randomfrost could explain if he was still around).

Anyways, it was December (obviously) and we were warned about turbulance, and before I could even do up my seatbelt, we dropped about 800 feet in under a second because of a "frozen pocket of air" (propellor plane). I elevated out of my chair and my head hit the roof. Luggage fell everywhere, and we continued to fall immediately into another frozen pocket of air (fell about another 1200 feet instantaneously). One lady smashed her head off the ceiling and was bleeding, people were crying. The stewardess who was making the announcement at the time completely "hovered" fell face first into the ground and broke her nose. A chair in the middle of the airplane literally got ripped out of the floor and flew across the isle into other passengers.

4 people got wheelchaired off my plane upon landing, the stewardess was rushed off (blood everywhere), the pilots said they had never experienced anything like that before in their lives, and I literally did not stop shaking for about 2 hours afterwards. Oh yeah, and they lost my luggage for 2 days on top of all that.

I refuse to ever fly home again, which is why when I went home this summer, I flew into the nearest other airport (6.5 hours away) and got my parents to pick me up. It was that bad.

Cliff Notes:
-flew home at Christmas and plane dropped about 2000 feet in under 2 seconds.
-hit head on roof, luggage everywhere, chair ripped out of the floor
-stewardess hovered in air, smashed into ground, broke her nose.
-4 people wheelchaired off airplane
-lost my luggage for 2 days ontop of all that.

Fuck HawkAir and Fuck Terrace, British Columbia

You can only dodge so many bullets...I wouldn't fly again either lol

It was a cold winter day in early 2003. Me and my friend were taking a flight coming back from Slovakia, where we had been apprenticing for a fashion photographer over winter break. I distinctly remember the ominous vibe we had during the taxi drive on the way to the airport. It's hard to explain, but, of all the cold, gloomy days I've ever seen, this was by far the gloomiest. The people waiting in the lines at the airports all had grim expressions on their faces, didn't come across a single smile at any point, from the luggage check-in counter, to security, to our gate, just serious, solemn expressions, one after the other.

After waiting for 45 minutes or so for our plane to pull into the gate, a massive Boeing 747 jumbo jet rolled into view as it slowly turned it's massive nose towards open end of the gate ramp. I thought I heard an ever so slight crunching noise as it brushed/collided against the gate, but maybe it was just my imagination.

After about another half an hour of waiting for all the grim, serious-faced passengers to deplane, the gate announcer turned on his microphone and ordered Section A to line up by the gate entrance with our boarding passes out, in a thick accent, as we would soon boarding.

Boarding went smoothly, and me and my friend took our seats on the edge of the center seating aisle of the plane, with me taking the aisle seat, and my friend seated to my left. After another long wait for all the hundreds of passengers to finish boarding and putting their luggage in the overhead bins, we were finally all seated and ready to go.

The engines whined loudly as they began to spool up, and the little, orange rectangular tow-vehicle pushed us out of the gate dock, out facing the taxiing area, and then unlocked from our front wheel gear, and we began to roll off towards the taxiing lanes. Not one word was spoken during any of this, everyone was just grimly staring into the backs of the seats in front of them, or resting the sides of their heads on their hands, or fists, it was almost a little bit eerie for such a large group of people to all be so quiet and serious looking, with such consistency, but I figured it was just mid-Eastern-European culture/flight mannerisms or something. It almost seemed as if they all knew the flight would be a bad one though, and my intestines churned nervously as we cruised around the taxi lanes, closer and closer to the back of the runway.

Finally it was our turn to go, and we were cleared for takeoff. The pilot held the wheel brakes on and revved the engines up to full thrust before releasing the brakes, at which point we began rumbling down the runway, all four massive engines roaring at full blast. After what seemed like an eternity, the front of the plane finally began to rise, and then a few seconds later the back wheels lifted up off the ground, and away we went. Within seconds we pierced straight into the thick, low lying fog and dark clouds that carpeted the Slovakian landscape as far as the eye could see. The visibility turned to just solid white in all of the windows, as we were inside the clouds, and we didn't come back out the other side on top of the cloud layer, as it was a particularly thick layer of clouds, with high rising cumulonimbus clouds stacked on top, all the way up to 60,000 feet. So as the minutes ticket by, the windows continued to be blank, grayish white slits of no visibility, as the plane continued to rise and rise, with little dips and dives every so often as we entered the bottom of a massive electrically charged, monstrous supercell cloud. The further we ventured into the supercell, the more and more violently the dives and plunges began to get, and we began seeing bright flashes of lighting at a more and more frequent rate with each passing moment.

Suddenly there was an incredibly loud snapping sound, followed by a deep, bass thud, and crunch, that I could feel the vibration of through my torso, and following this, a loud, constant roaring and rumbling of air or jet thrust. I assumed a portion of the fuselage in the front of the plane must have ripped wide open, but I could only guess, as there were curtain dividers every 40 feet or so along the plane, and me and my friend were seated near the rear of the plane.

I began to hear loud screams and shrieks of horror coming from the front of the plane, and soon, I saw passengers, covered in large amounts of blood and bits of flesh and bone fragments sprinting down the aisle, wooshing past me with looks of pure terror on their face, the curtaindividers being torn off at the seams as people plowed through, one after the other, to the rear of the plane, their clothes torn, blood dripping off them, seemingly not their own.

Then, to my surprise, a large older man, who looked to be in his mid or late 50's nudged my friend on the side of the arm, and said in a deep, grunting voice, with a thick eastern european accent "Hey, you boys follow me. I show you trick. I save you from death problems, you come with me?" We shrugged, figuring we didn't have much to lose at this point, and followed him as he stood up and then crouched and began stalking his way down the aisle. At this point I noticed he had a very large, very sharp boning knife held firmly in his right hand, which was semi concealed by the heavy coat he was wearing. He walked, in this crouched posture, further and further up the aisle, towards the front of the plane, and now I could see the huge, gaping hole in the left wall of the fuselage, with bits and pieces of human remains splattered all around the edges of its opening, and spatters of blood droplets and bone fragments, and brain matter sprinkled all along the wall of the fuselage in a long, disgusting streak for about 4 yards behind the opening, presumably the spray/spatter pattern of the people who had been sucked at high speed into the edge of the opening, torn to shreds as they hit the back edge of the hole before being sucked out of the plane. It was a gruesome site, to say the least, and I could see a few limbs, scattered across the floor and partially lying into the aisle up ahead, about 20 feet behind the hole in the fuselage.

Suddenly the old man grabbed a fat woman, and put her in a firm headlock, and then began sawing through her neck with the blade, until she was dead, blood spraying everywhere. He turned and looked at us as we gazed back in horror. "You boys, find some fat people." We looked around to our right, and found a couple of scared fat people huddled in the side aisle on the other side of the center seating area, and grabbed them. He swiftly made his way over to us and sliced their necks open, killing them with deft precision, as if he had done it before.

"We go int the bodies, they protect from crash. It good," he remarked. At first I didn't understand what he meant, but then he grabbed his first victim, the huge,dead, morbidly obese manatee of a woman he had killed a minute earlier, and began gutting her like a fish, slicing down her centerline, and breaking her rib cage wide open, one rib at a time, pulling all her internal organs out of the torso, and shoving the blade into the tops of her thighs through the inside of the bottom of her torso, hollowing them out, making room for himself to slip into. Then he handed us his boning knife and said "Now you". We did as best we could to copy his work on our respective fat dead guys, and hollowed them out as best we could. "Now we go inside. Very much safe I am think." he explained, and he slid inside the enormous body of the fat chick he had killed and hallowed. We did the same with our respective dead fatasses.

The plane had been plummeting rapidly for quite a while now, and we knew it wouldn't be much longer before we crashed into the freezing snowy peaks of the alps that we were passing over. A few moments later, there was a sickening thud, and crunch, as the plane plowed into the slanted side of one of the snowy peaks of the alps, people and limbs flew past us like fragments of a bomb going off, in a huge explosion and splash of blood, guts, and torn flesh, it was horrible. Fortunately, the thick, soft padding we were encapsulated in kept us safe through the collision, and we quickly pulled ourselves out of our fat people once the plane had come to a rest, and scrambled out of the obliterated remnants of the airplane and out and as far away from the wreck as we could, in case it might explode, and not a moment too soon, as it burst into a gigantic fireball just moments later.

It was a harrowing flight to say the least, but me and my friend came out of it with just minor injuries. What a day that was!

Lulz, plane rides are sfscary. Gotta do whatchya gotta do tho

and the thread is at new levels lmao i read about 1/2 of that before going wtf? scrolled down and saw bfactors last reply then checked the poster....

i should have finished reading the whole thing