“For me it was either 1980 or 1981, coming back to Oregon from California on a Forest Service flight. Lots of thunderstorms and a very rough ride that night.”
Oy vey! That definitely sounds white knuckle.
I was reading The Mote in God’s Eye for the first time on that flight, so that held my interest. Looking back, I’m amazed I didn’t puke like many of the other passengers, since I can get seasick on an inner tube in a swimming pool.