We were flying from DC to Cleveland and had a short stop in Pittsburgh. However -- the pilot came on and told us that the front landing gear wasn't locking in place and this could cause some small problems if we landed. He flew around for about three hours to dump fuel and then took 'er in -- when the wheels hit concrete he was in reverse thrust and flaps full down, with firetrucks pacing us along side. Now comes the unbelievable part, but I was on the damned plane: the pilot kept the nose up until he gently dropped it into the back of a pickup truck ahead of the plane!!

We overnighted in Pburgh and flew to Cleveland the next day.

But then...

We were flying from DC to Cleveland, direct. Cleveland was socked in with about four inches of ice on the runways. The pilot told us to hold on and he must have had that plane doing 10 mph within two seconds of the wheels touching ground. The passengers applauded and the ATCs closed the Cleveland Airport.

And there's this story from my Army days:

My driver missed stopping at a T-junction and drove about fifty feet into a minefield before he stopped. This is not a good thing to do, and you can quote me on that. Being at the time a) a sergeant and responsible for the driver and and six guys in the back and b) young and stupid, I crawled out of the "shotgun" seat, into the back of the truck (the canvas was off because it was hot), and lowered myself into the tracks the truck had made going in. Working under the assumption that if I walked in the truck tracks I wouldn't be blown up, I ground-guided the truck back onto the road by having it back in its own tracks as well. The driver bought the drinks that night.