Can't top it but I have another chain reaction vomit story. Two actually.

Story number one;
Sitting in a restaurant having breakfast one morning chatting with my F/O about the days plan when I noted in my field of view a couple of booths behind, an individual turning green. When it became obvious that breakfast was about to make a curtain call I called it to the attention of my
F/O who turned in just the nick of time to see the raging torrent of flapjacks and bile splash across the table. It was like the domino effect. One by one around the room the tables fell. We laid our money on the table and walked out in tears of laughter.

Story number two; (not mine, it happened to a friend)
Working for a commuter airline flying Metroliners in the midwest. One of the Metroliners qualities is that she is a stiff *****. Even the slightest turbulance is transmitted to the pax. Another feature is the raised seating area. There is a low narrow aisle then you must step up a few inches to the level where the seats are mounted. On a particularly warm mid-western summer day our heros were taking a full load through an area with considerable building convective activity. Turbulance + warm worked it's usual magic and once one fell the rest of the dominos fell. On landing during braking the river of vomit in the aisle rolled forward and after parking when the door was opened it rolled down the entry steps like a vomit waterfall.

Hey All,
Like I was telling D Doug still not sure why I had to share that one will you all but not a flight I will ever forget. At least I can be thankful not to have my own crapper stories too.
I did a lot of hours in small aircraft mainly with my Dad but never really got off on flying. I did get to ride with a couple different stunt pilots and some very exotic acrobatic planes. These planes were the Cobras of the flight line with incredible HP and instant butt pucker.
Jamo, I have also been forced to fly around or away from weather. We got pushed into restricted air space (atomic test site near Vegas). Had 3 fighter jets, one on each wing and the third fighter just above us scrambled for entering the restricted air space. I am with you and would much rather drive reasonable distance.