Going into Norman Wells in the Northwest Territories: Plane we were on was turning to land. We hit dead air and dropped about 100'. Wouldn't have been a problem but we were only about 150' off the ground at that point. I cleaned my shorts later.

Single engine Cessna working like hell to get over a mountain range near Fort Good Hope in the Northwest Territories. Engine stalled out at the top. Pilot was able to clear the 'rim' of the mountain saddle with what looked to me like about two coats of paint to spare. We ended up diving and he did something with the prop which caused the engine to restart as we dove toward the ground. I cleaned my shorts later.

When I was young and foolish(er than I am now) I walked out on the tarmac and went between two props that overlapped. The pilot saw me just as he was reaching to start the engines. A stewardess (that's what female flight attendants were called then) met me at the top of the stairs. She was white as a sheet. She told me how close I came to being food for crows (as Gnu put it). I cleaned my shorts later.