Things that can happen when you play frisbee......
The weather was good today, so Émile, Moti and I decided to go play frisbee at the Mont Royal, earlier this afternoon.
Overall, the game was uneventful excluding:
a) my incapacity of catching and throwing properly the frisbee partially because of lack of practice, mostly because of too much caffeine in my bloodstream, that made that frisbee appearing threatening sometimes)
b) Two guys who started fighting with each other (reason remains unknown)
and C)
As we were playing, Émile (I think he was the first to realize what was going on) noticed a small single engine plane coming from west, flying really low, I have to admit. As we turned our heads, we watched that plane making a turn north over Parc Avenue and flying lower and lower and lower until.... it LANDED on Parc Avenue. There was a big noise as the plane hit the ground, probably from its left wing hitting a road sign.
We immediately run to see what was going on (and to take some pictures, Émile has his camera, I had my cell-thus the poor quality-). When we got there, there were a lot of people gathered and some policemen have already shown up.
As you can see from the pictures, the plane was almost intact; only its left wing was a bit
damaged and a window was reported broken:
What was completely remarkable is that, thank God, no one got hurt. I mean, Parc Avenue on a sunny Sunday afternoon is not the best place that one could land a plane. But so it happened that a) the pilot was extremely skillful (to remain calm, after an apparent engine failure; there was no noise from the plane's engine as it was coming down) and b) he was SO LUCKY (and so were we). Lucky, because at that particular moment, the street was empty, there were no cars nor pedestrians walking on the crossing. It was a small miracle; should the circumstances have been slightly different, we could have been talking about a tragedy right now.
Of course, there was a huge traffic jam (police were not that fast to reroute the traffic), but given the alternatives that is nothing.
Eventually, we got back and continued playing frisbee until 6, when we decided to call the day off. As Émile and I started walking up Parc Avenue heading to Mont-Royal Metro, the plane was still there; I guess it's not that easy to tow a plane and, besides, this is not a task that police people are usually trained at.
But, all is well that ends well, and besides from the plane and the sign, no one and nothing else was harmed.
Overall, the game was uneventful excluding:
a) my incapacity of catching and throwing properly the frisbee partially because of lack of practice, mostly because of too much caffeine in my bloodstream, that made that frisbee appearing threatening sometimes)
b) Two guys who started fighting with each other (reason remains unknown)
and C)
As we were playing, Émile (I think he was the first to realize what was going on) noticed a small single engine plane coming from west, flying really low, I have to admit. As we turned our heads, we watched that plane making a turn north over Parc Avenue and flying lower and lower and lower until.... it LANDED on Parc Avenue. There was a big noise as the plane hit the ground, probably from its left wing hitting a road sign.
We immediately run to see what was going on (and to take some pictures, Émile has his camera, I had my cell-thus the poor quality-). When we got there, there were a lot of people gathered and some policemen have already shown up.
As you can see from the pictures, the plane was almost intact; only its left wing was a bit
damaged and a window was reported broken:
What was completely remarkable is that, thank God, no one got hurt. I mean, Parc Avenue on a sunny Sunday afternoon is not the best place that one could land a plane. But so it happened that a) the pilot was extremely skillful (to remain calm, after an apparent engine failure; there was no noise from the plane's engine as it was coming down) and b) he was SO LUCKY (and so were we). Lucky, because at that particular moment, the street was empty, there were no cars nor pedestrians walking on the crossing. It was a small miracle; should the circumstances have been slightly different, we could have been talking about a tragedy right now.
Of course, there was a huge traffic jam (police were not that fast to reroute the traffic), but given the alternatives that is nothing.
Eventually, we got back and continued playing frisbee until 6, when we decided to call the day off. As Émile and I started walking up Parc Avenue heading to Mont-Royal Metro, the plane was still there; I guess it's not that easy to tow a plane and, besides, this is not a task that police people are usually trained at.
But, all is well that ends well, and besides from the plane and the sign, no one and nothing else was harmed.
Absolutely amazing
posted by Immortalis at 7:18 μ.μ.
1 Comments:
i'm really glad that no one was hurt in the incident.
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