Dad had many hours under his seat but was still capable of parking the odd BAe 146 sideways in the grass
Frontyways, not sideyways.
'Twas a steep&cheerful downwind approach at unsensibly brisk speed to a shortish and notably wet runway.
The spot in the putty just off the downwind end of that runway where he buried mum's jet up to its oxters is still known locally as Holding Point Charlie.
Don't blame the genes, even if they are wingnut's and not Hewitt's.