Flew up to Illinois to a small town grass strip Christmas Eve to visit my parents.
We flew out Christmas Day because Sunday there was supposed to be some weather coming in.
There was a 172 tied down on the field and the wife and I parked next to them. They were still there when we left. This is a small town, everybody knows everybody. Straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting.
Today the airport manager called me (he and I have become friendly) to see if I had seen the guy in the 172 on Christmas Day. Told him I hadn't and he then told me the FSDO called him today.
Seems the guy didn't make it home. They were wondering what fuel he got at the airport. Manager told him that he filled up with mogas from the station in town.
Fuel starvation in IFR conditions and he wasn't rated. Killed him and his wife.
He was in this little town for the same reason I was. Visiting his parents for the holidays
The weather in the Midwest was unseasonably warm, but with that came a strong southern wind. Made it great going to Illinois, but I made two stops heading home for fuel because of the headwinds.
I don't even like letting my Cherokee get below 15 gallons. Plus I like to stretch my legs and go to the bathroom
This crash has me mad at this guy and sad for his family. I told my wife about it today and she's really upset. Listening to his ATC calls I wonder why he didn't just turn back north with the wind at his back and find fuel. Maybe it was too late by then.