I have 110 hours dating back to around 1967. I haven't flown as PIC since then, and after the incident in question I swore I would never again ride in anything smaller than a 737, and then only if it is a major carrier and not a regional. I have kept that vow.
When I say I was riding shotgun, it was simply that this was a regional carrier trip from Denver into the Springs in a Twin Otter, with Herkimer Jerkimer not having a copilot. So I rode up front with him.
I know Front Range weather in June. He did not. I asked that we turn back instead of flying near that big thunderhead with the blackish-greenish underside that was kicking up all that dust.
He insisted on pressing on (can't disappoint the management of the regional), and on base leg, as we were skirting the cell, we flew through the most violent turbulence I have ever experienced. I truly did think the wings were going to come off.
After we touched down it was a short taxi to the gate which, at the time, literally was a swinging gate in a chain link fence. On the other side of that fence was my parked car. So I was in the car and driving home within about five minutes of that incident.
As I was heading home the cell was still over the field though by now it had drifted off to the east side. I turned the radio on and caught the beginning of an announcement that three tornados had been reported on the ground at Peterson Field, the Air Force base with which Colorado Springs Municipal shares the runways.
There is usually a five or so minute lag in getting these reports phoned in and into the hands of an announcer.