Buzzing along rather merrily in one's Sunday afternoon SEP, only to notice your engine has given up the ghost. No fields, no rivers, no airfields. One small desolate road with a straight stretch within landing distance, running through the middle of a forest.
The Americans seem to think avoiding the road is tantamount to a touch of insanity, while the British opine that the proper course of action is to stall on to the tops of the trees.
What does the responsible pilot decide? Risk bumping into a poor sod out for a Sunday drive in his Firebird or breaking your neck coming through the trees?