Yuk! Makes me sick.
One year at Oshkosh, the sirens sounded and a storm warning was broadcast.
You have to supply your own tie-downs. My buddy brought huge things that augered deep into the ground, but others only brought little tent pegs, which were useless. The wind lifted several planes up and dropped them on others, damaging both.
In the height of the storm, the 310 next to us started his engines! What was he doing leaving in this mess? Turns out he had been listening to the radio and his battery was getting low, so he wanted to charge it.
We held onto the Luscombe's struts but then felt electricity running through them into us so we let go!
Our tent was in a low place and everything was soaked. We went into a hangar. Townfolk from Oshkosh were calling in to offer their homes for campers to stay the night. We spent the night with a very kind family in the town. We dried our stuff in their dryer.
Quite an adventure.