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Two fog stories.
When I was first learning to fly we were told that if you flew into clouds, make a 180 and fly out. The idea was that there was a cloud bank ahead. I turned around and things got worse! Turns out it wasn't a cloud ahead it was fog that was descending like a big wet curtain.
I was following the taillights of my friend's blue Buick through dense fog on the PA turnpike. I knew that if I kept his taillights juuuust in sight I could stop if I saw his brake lights come on. We drove in the fog for more than an hour. When it finally cleared I discovered I was following a brown Ford and I had no idea where my friend was.
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