Flew back from Nashville in November and our arrival was with the leading edge of a serious storm. Like, we arrived when the wind gusts and shit from the storm are going nuts.
I'm like you and usually have zero issues with flying, but this scared the shit out of me. The scariest part to me were the 50-75 foot sudden DROPs in altitude. I kept thinking, "What if that happens when we're 50-75 feet above the ground?" We were also wobbly as hell just prior to landing. We literally burst into applause when we landed.
We were on a little bitty jet as well. Like a 30 passenger one.
In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for; as for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican.
- H. L. Mencken