Lining up for take off at Chirk airfield, throttle full and start to roll, when three bloody Hercules came roaring out of the Welsh valley directly overhead at, what seemed to me, zero feet. Anyway powered over just over my head.
Don't they have horns to peep or something?
Coming north from a Women's Pilot Association meeting at Oxford many years ago, lovely clear sky until hit an invisible bank of fog over the Evesham ridge. Classic novice pilot in whiteout situation finally emerging very near the green stuff at a worrying angle, a few more seconds and we would have been finished.
If you need an motivation to do instrument training something like that is a massive incentive.