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You're at 39,000 ft, piloting a twin engined Jumbo jet, with over 300 passengers aboard over the Atlantic, 200 kilometres from land. An engine goes out on you. You start a gradual decent towards the nearest landing field, the Azores. Things should be fine.
At 32,000 ft your second engine goes out. You are still over 100 kilometres from land. You are now faced with trying an engineless glide to the Airfield. Plus a powerless landing. And you are flying an aircraft with the glide characteristics not much better than a brick. Which means you have to make your landing approach at high speed and at a steep angle. In a fragile aircraft like a modern large passenger plane, a small miscalculation, and you and 300 others are hamburger in the midst of shattered junk.
You do the glide, and make your approach perfectly.
The only problem? The landing angle is so steep, and the speed so high, all your tires blow out the instant you hit.
You still pull off the landing.
Minor injuries to a few people.
Happened on the weekend.
Bet this guy is getting a few bottles of Scotch from appreciative passengers.
