April 1, 2010, my brother-in-law and I are cruising around Montauk, NY, where he lives. We were driving past a nearby private airport when I noticed there was a small wrecked plane lying on the far end of the airport. We both looked at each other and said, "Let's do it!". He pretended to be crawling out of the plane just after it crashed, and we posted this on Facebook. We laughed all day as friends expressed their shock and amazement. We finally confessed by that evening.