My brother is a private pilot. He flew my son and I to Norfolk last night just for fun. We had dinner in Norfolk and were heading back.
We got somewhere just short of Fremont and I made an adjustment in my seat and the freaking door opened at 7500 feet. Freaked my shite out for a few minutes, but realized quickly we would be ok.
Made an unplanned landing in Fremont to shut the door and we were on our way. Fun stuff.
He said it had happened to him in a different plane, on a solo flight, before he had his license.
Anyone else have any similar experiences?
We got somewhere just short of Fremont and I made an adjustment in my seat and the freaking door opened at 7500 feet. Freaked my shite out for a few minutes, but realized quickly we would be ok.
Made an unplanned landing in Fremont to shut the door and we were on our way. Fun stuff.
He said it had happened to him in a different plane, on a solo flight, before he had his license.
Anyone else have any similar experiences?
