My right wingtip dug into the runway, the aircraft--a Piper Super Cub--cartwheeled, pirouetted on its nose and ended up on its back in the desert beside the runway

Gonzales pulls no punches in his descriptions of the carnage of violent death on the runway on that sunny afternoon in America's heartland

The larger story of the airline industry is also fascinating

Fortunately, I was tightly strapped in and suffered just a few minor scratches

This is a gripping story and the book is very hard to put down

Would recommend to anyone who likes such reading