A long time ago, at a UK airfield used for training–a lot, several old hands were being converted onto a shiny new jet. Most were off turbo-props, some had even flown through the war. All of them had never flown a jet transport before.
The training captain used to say ‘Engine failure...nail that speed. DON'T let it build up.'
The old hands used to say. ‘I like to get a bit of speed under my belt. . Don't like all that blue sky in the windshield....always gone over the book figure. Feels safer...must be the.right thing to do'
And one day, one of them let the speed build up, just as he had always done throughout his career. On landing, an engineer brought them a bunch of foliage from the undercarriage doors.
That evening, after a nice dinner, the two captains set out for a walk, armed with a map. For some considerable time, they contrived to follow the delightful countryside--along the extended centerline of the runway. Just as they were about to give up, they spotted a tree and it was damaged. The foliage matched.
It was four miles from the rotation point.
Anecdotal? Remember this tale anyone?