El Bustola
Well now I don't feel so bad about busting too far east yesterday...it makes counting easier! Much more of this and people will call busting, "you Hollingshead", sort of like "Munson" in the movie Kingpin.
Well, sorry to say Mike, but I seriously contend for that honor. There is a certain reason why I have ONE post now. I'll preface that with the fact that I have little time for other than a few serious chases every spring. So...
I originally headed to Topeka thinking that I would stop at the I-470 Wanamaker truck stop for data. Well, that truck stop is NO LONGER PRESENT! And, this is a city I visit every spring for the drag races!
Since my wireless card was not playing well with several of the * Inns, I stopped at a gas station and asked the Pepsi vendor where I might find the nearest truck stop. West on I-70 or down the turnpike. Here was my chance--and according to Engvall--was where I picked up my card! I headed southwest to Emporia to the FlyingJ for data. It was either back up the turnpike and west on I-70, west on US50, or hang around for something seemingly starting to fire to the south/southwest.
So, for reasons unknown to... well, EVERYONE, I head south on K99 to Madison and left on K58 towards Gridley. I remembered someone saying he hated driving through the Flint Hills. I didn't know where the Flint Hills were three days ago, but, now I hate driving through the Flint Hills.
I was headed towards US75 when I decided this was worthless and got back to K99 heading north again. About this time, a new tornado watch box was issued for this area. As it was darkening to my west, I figured I was on the western edge of this area. Heading back to Emporia for quick data, I encountered about 20 vehicles in a row heading south for a position on an encroaching storm. So, now I'm thinking I'm King Sh** for being the only one out there BEFORE the watch box was issued.
I get to Emporia for three spectacular strikes of lightning about half a mile south of me in a field south of the FlyingJ. I picked up I-35 NE to Ottawa and went north to follow the gully-washers back to St. Joe. Then, up I-29 to the cold, wind, and rain in Omaha.
Yet another stunning chase.