I've made a few tight landings in my day, but any pilot who can touch down in the living room, navigate the hallway, turn into the kitchen and come to a full stop between the refrigerator and the microwave is truly da man.
Or he's the luckiest idiot alive and a dumbass for running so low on fuel over such a populated and airport-ridden area.
Plane crashes into building in Herndon
When the plane crashed into one of the apartment buildings, the pilot stumbled out of the plane and told one of the residents, "I think we hit your apartment."
Oh, really, Captain Obvious?
I mean, I've had my own brush with the "low fuel fairy" once due to a combination of unforeseen circumstances and poor judgment on my part, but for a "professional" pilot to really run that low at night when surrounded by so many airports? What's that word again? Oh yeah: Inconceivable!
Way to toss a perfectly good Cessna 177 into the recycling bin, Kent But bonus points for hitting a Herndon apartment building and managing to find one of the few units that's not housing fifteen illegal aliens. THAT was a trick in itself. But I'm thinking that the FAA's still going to want a word, though.