Story from my early flying days. We'd taken the Free Bird down to Florida, and knew there was wx between us and home. We elected to stop in Charlotte, NC. My buddy and his son could find lots to do for a day, and I could see my cousin Debbie, who I'd not seen in at least a decade.
Debbie's husband Mike, who I always liked, has done quite a bit of flying in his days working for NASCAR. I offered to take him flying, and Debbie asked to come along. To say Debbie is in shape is accurate. Round is a shape.
I wasn't going to say no. Not to a beloved cousin I hadn't seen in years. Similarly, I wasn't going to ask her weight. Phooey! I had a 5K foot runway, if the thing couldn't take off we'd stop. The Free Bird took off easily, and I headed to a strip I'd found on Airnav that had cheap gas.
The little strip nestled in the mountains did have really cheap gas. It was a bit of, well, and adventure, the gas was on the honor system, so you just put money in the jar. I had naught but yuppie food stamps, so when we blew through the 80 dollar mark, I just kept going up to 100. That filled the aircraft quite full.
You can imagine the rest. No, I didn't find leaves or branches in the gear, but there were trees in my windshield for an uncomfortably long time. Had it been ten or 15 degrees hotter I doubt I'd be around writing this.