Opening doors is not a thing you do in vacuum, by the way.
I could feel the drag on the plane as I went full flaps to get us even lower. The field grew more detailed and I kept my focus shifting between the instruments and looking live at the corn. These landings always looked like they were going to be so smooth and then —
The new corn caught on the landing gear, filling the cabin with the harsh pop, pop, pop of stalks striking the metal frame. The plane hissed and bucked as we came down on furrowed ground. The windows became a chaos of green that shook and rattled us like the Jolly Green Giant was playing craps.— The Relentless Moon, by Mary Robinette Kowal, p. 116