Holy motherfucking shit, that was without a doubt the most rain, and the strongest storm, I have ever witnessed. Heavy sheets of rain that shook the truck and rendered the wipers (at high speed) a joke. Huge chunks of ice, along with who knows what else, pelting me so fast and hard it seemed like a machine gun was being fired inside the vehicle.
Ridiculously strong swirling winds levitating branches and leaves and random trash like magic.
Oh, did I neglect to mention the tornado warnings? After we came to a full stop on the Northway, about half the cars pulled over, and the rest of us chugged along at 5-10mph, because why the hell not? It's got to end sometime. And I'm sitting there there wondering whether a tornado will come and take me to Kansas. Because that's just my fucking luck. I have a positive outlook like that.
Called the wife, no answer at home. (I can't see 15 feet ahead of me, but Verizon Wireless: 5 bars. I can hear you now.) Left a message. You know, "I my be dead soon, I love you." (OK, maybe not that melodramatic.) Got her on her cell phone at the liquor store, in Saratoga it was just rain. OK, that just makes my decision to keep moving smarter. Sure enough a few miles later, the sky changed from depths-of-Hades black to a nice gloomy gray, the hail stopped, and we got up to 40mph or so. Then 60! Woo hoo! Suck on that, sky!
Awesome in every sense of the word. I wish I had a dash-mounted camera, so I could share.
