Scary stuff.
As [unwilling] SLF, terrified of flying, I have a dozen "moments" every flight, but it goes with the body and brain that I am lumbered with.
However, as a car driver I have come to the conclusion that, on our busy British roads, it is well-nigh impossible to drive 100 miles without either participating in a "moment" of varying hairiness, or witnessing one such. My driving is conservative, risk aware and defensive, as appropriate for someone with near 60 years experience in cities, all over Europe, Australia and NZ who knows that his eyesight, reflexes and reactions are not what they used to be.
But it is indeed a risky environment. I am reminded of: "I want to die in my sleep, like my Grandpa, not screaming with terror like his passengers!"
Keep the moments coming please!