Hail is a very interesting severe weather phenomena, for sure. But I personally don't like hail because my dad is a farmer and we've had hailstorms destroy our crops and wipe us out financially for years in the past. Probably the worst one was July 19, 1997, the beginning of what us Coloradoans have come to know as "The Monsoon from Hell".
About 2:30 in the afternoon a vicious, purplish black HP supercell rocketed out of the northwest and dumped 5 1/2 inches of rain in 45 minutes, accompanied by quarter size hail driven by 80 mph sustained winds with gusts over 100 mph :blink: . I think that storm was the closest thing to a hurricane you will ever see in the High Plains. The damage was horrendous. The wind was so intense it drove water in under the windows on the west side of the house even though they were completely shut and locked. It completely flattened or flooded all his wheat and sunflowers. 9 years later we still haven't fully recovered from that storm. Then last year on July 15 we had another nasty HP back in on us from the north, spitting golf ball size hail for about 30 seconds and then shooter marble size hail for about 10 minutes, all driven by 70 mph winds. It shattered 50% of his triticale heads on what could have been a 60 bushel to the acre crop. Probably the most frightening(though not very damaging, thankfully) hailstorm we had was a midnight golf ball barrage that was clattering so loud on the metal roof on our house I thought a tornado was ripping the place apart. It lasted about ten minutes, but since it was coming straight down damage was limited mostly to our trees. What was weird about that is that the hail only fell on our place; it missed our neighbors only a quarter mile to the southwest. Typical Colorado weather weirdness. We've been lucky this far not to have had bigger than golfball size hail fall on our homestead or fields and no broken windows in more than twenty years, but that could easily change with one nasty storm.
My whole family has had bad experiences with hail. My dad went through a hen's egg size hailstorm/tornado in 1980 that blew out the windows on the north side of our house and plastered leaves on the the south wall of our living room on the other side of the house and caused a lot of water damage to boot. My mom lived through the July 1979 Fort Collins grapefruit + size hailstorm that killed a baby in its mother's arms and caused hundreds of millions of dollars in damage to cars and buildings. One of the hailstones they recovered was 13 inches in circumference. The house her, her folks and sister lived in had tremendous roof/window damage and my aunt's Mercury Comet was obliterated (every window was shattered, it had 5 inch diameter/two inch deep dents all over it; one of the hailstones broke off one of her mirrors, and another partially caved in the roof; my mom said it looked like somebody had dropped a steel basketball on it. It was an insane storm, to say the least. :blink
So it isn't just me; my whole family has a strong dislike of hail, small and especially large. When chasing I try and avoid the big stuff as much as possible. Somtimes it's unavoidable, though. Since Colorado supes are such prolific hail producers I am always on my guard because they can go from producing quarters to producing baseballs or bigger in less than two minutes. So basically, I hate big hail, and unless I can't avoid I will. Besides, I can't afford to replace my windshield every couple of weeks. I'm just a poor Wexican farmboy (White Mexican), LOL. :lol: But if you get some dents, they're just "battle scars" you can proudly show off to your friends and tell them about whichever harrowing chase they came from. They add character to your vehicle, as long as the whole skin of your car doesn't have the lunar look.