The worst trip I had was when I was working on Scotland. We travelled up to Edinburgh from Manchester every Monday, usually on a BAC 1-11. Anyway, one Monday the 1-11 was bust, so they shovelled us all into an ancient Viscount turboprop. When the thing eventually reached Edinburgh, a powerful sidewind gust hit us just as the main gear hit the concrete.
I was looking out and saw the wingtip brushing though the grass beside the runway...