Thanks for the replies guys, lots of good things to learn from them.
I'll add another one.
This was way before I entered the Aeroclub, about 7 years ago.
The club has quite a variety of planes, ranging from the tiny 152 to 3 PA-27 Aztecs and a Cessna 301, and most of them are used for little one-day trips to nearby (1 hour flight) fields. The 152 are hardly used for this kind of trips due to being a 2-seater, climbing poorly when loaded (they have a 110hp Lycoming engine), limited visibility and being quite slow (95 kts cruise speed).
They are even worse when you fly to a field in the pyrenees (3500 feet high). Not much power/speed to play with.
So this pilot, who is approx. 60smthing, decides to go to La Cerdanya airfield, 1 hour away from Sabadell. It is a beautiful place, with the nearest town (Alp) being just a relaxing walk away. (see pics below)
Food is good and it is a common destination for both spanish and french pilots.
(Some other images, too big to display here:
http://idd02np2.eresmas.net/lell-lecd-lell.htmhttp://casal.upc.es/~miquel/cgi-bin/photo/index.cgi?mode=view&album=/2002-11-17+Cerdanya+en+bimotor)
The TAFOR were all but optimistic about the weather that same afternoon, but they decided to go anyway: "if it starts looking bad, we leave".
They get there, go have lunch, and a couple of clouds appear in sight... no rush.
They start their walk back to the airfield and now things are starting to look real bad. Some low-base Cb are covering the sky, hiding the tops of the highest mountains. Full overcast seems just minutes away.
Before taking off, they ask a local pilot about the weather. Well, you have to know this pilot first: he's an expert in local weather in the pyrenees. You'd see him flying in the rain, with low-base clouds, or bad visibility. He'd always find an opening. ALWAYS. Never had an accident. He's considered by people to be too daring.
This guy tells the couple: "If I were you, I'd stay for the night and let this one pass, it's gonna get worse".
But the pilot's mother-in-law, which is 90something, is alone, and they tell this guy they can't leave her alone. (TAKE A FRIGGIN' TRAIN FOR GOD'S SAKE).
They take off and soon enough they are flying IMC (did I say this guy had no Instruments time whatsoever?). And that's the last someone knew from them in 8 months.
Search & rescue parties were dispatched when the weather cleared, but they couldn't be found. The club offered free flying time to anyone wishing to join in the search efforts.
After 8 months, someone at traffic control thought "hey, weren't they carrying a transponder?" (wise guy, it took you 8 months)
Sure enough, the transponder trace was retrieved and their last location unveiled. They were located not far from there. They had crashed into a peak some 10 minutes away into french airspace.
It's true what they say... "gethomeitis will kill you".
That and pride.
The club has always paid for a flying instructor to go pick a grounded aircraft due to weather, so money was not a factor. Pride was. Overconfidence was.
Daniel