Three light plane crashes. Walked away from all three. Planes broken.
Door opened on an Aztec over the Bering sea, sucked out my work papers and hat. Cold. Driver cussed, grabbed door, yanked closed. Cussed more.
Sat on runway at TAS in non-airconditioned SU Il-62 whilst crazed Uzbek with curved knife ran up and down the aisle, yelling. After takeoff, sudden cooling caused humid cabin air to condense and rain on pax. Yum-o.