It was late fall. An unusual weather system had impacted the New Tork area. The system brought with it some scattered convective activity and high winds blowing almost directly from the east. The disturbed air was a turbulent nightmare. Our 727 was being battered as though it was a rowboat that had been set adrift in the North Adantic. At times, the entire gray instrument panel shook on both sides of the cockpit with such tenacity that individual flight instruments were almost impossible to discern. The autopilot was doing everything within its capacity to keep the airplane level and at the commanded altitude.
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