Yesterday morning, my dad and two of his retired pilot friends were enroute to Oshkosh (a big aviation festival in Wisconsin) in one of the friend’s Cessna. Suddenly the gas cap came off (?!), and the pressure differential quickly siphoned off the fuel. The captain made an emergency landing on a farm in Missouri. My dad described the “runway” as a recently planted cucumber patch. Both aircraft and passengers were fine. Local farmers brought over cans of 100-LL to get the aircraft back in the air as a host of local law enforcement officials, reporters, and an ambulance came out to investigate. Ironically, the state police actually caused more damage to the crops with their cars than the landing did. We’re already working on jokes about cucumbers and the Age 60 rule.