Quite a while back I took a commuter flight in a twin prop from Portland OR to North Bend to visit a friend who had moved there. The flight to NB was normal until we got to NB, even then all seemed ok however we were in a holding pattern for about half an hour. Then I heard (was sitting up front row seats near cabin peering at the pilots doing their thing) the pilot get the ok to come in for a landing and discovered that the weather near NB was really bad. The lower we dropped in elevation the worst it got till the point that even I was scared (I dont scare to easily). If I had a cup of coffee in my hand, the coffee would have spilled all over the place, it was rough like a roller coaster riding on broken rails. As we ducked below the overcast probably 2k feet, things got really bumpy almost like there was flak outside or something. The airplane twisted and creaked. I pinched my finger on the armrest and side of the fuselage. Due to the twisting of the aircrafts wings the gap between armrest and fuselage sides closed up, OUCH! Thats where my finger was. As we descended down to a couple hundred feet and speed dropped off some more, prop whinin dropping as well, things smoothed out again. In my mind the whole time, I was thinking, dam I hope this hot dog pilot was a Navy guy. Upon landing at ND, my friend walked out to the plane and said, dude, I thought you were dead cause they just said a Cessna just dropped into the lake while trying to land because of high winds. Our flight was the very next plane to come in to the field. Thank god I was in a bigger twin engine. Nine lives baby! I have to admit, it was kinda fun but I'd rather be the guy flying than the freaked out passenger. That night I watched the plane crash into the lake story on the news.
PS: There were only two passengers aboard, myself and someone else + two piots.
Too bad for the people in the Cessna though.
