My story happened a long time ago, and involves a Cessna Skyhawk with all the seats filled, along with the fuel tanks.
I had flown to Florida to visit friends in their beachfront condo. They were not pilots and had no concept of things like trading fuel for cabin load or the dangers of overloading an airplane. That evening, after a few drinks, the idea arose of a day trip to Key West to take in the sights. Against my better judgment, I agreed.
