
Excerpt from book “Drifting On A Headwind” by Jim Harlan:
The plane dropped like a rock as Carlos futilely tried to recover. The landing gear caught the end of the creek and snapped off like a matchstick. We torpedoed down the wet runway until the left wing dropped and flipped us upside down as pieces of the broken propeller shattered the windshield. The cockpit filled with gasoline that blinded both of us. I could taste the grass of the runway in my mouth as I gasped for air.”
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