Ryan McGinnis
EF5
Thought this would be a fun thread to kick off -- what are some of your "Oh no..." moments while chasing? You know -- that moment where you realize you've either made a serious error or were caught unaware or suddenly grasp that you're in some sort of extreme peril that you weren't anticipating. When have you felt that feeling in the pit of your stomach that tells you you're in it deeper than you meant to be?
My personal "oh no" moment came near Alvo, Nebraska on 3/23 last year. After punching for a good 20 minutes through the heavy rain on the north part of the tornado warned storm via I-80 and then dropping south through the hail, I finally emerged into the inflow, right inside the hook of the storm. My plan was to go east on road DeLorme indicated; the storm motion was fast and I was being rather stupid that day and cut it so close that only a paved road would give me enough speed capability to outrun the storm. I get to the road and it's crappy looking gravel. Visibility starts to get poor, with cloud decks only a thousand feet up, if that, and moving fast. I get that "oh no..." feeling, suddenly realizing that I've just put myself into a situation in which I'm going to get run over by this storm whether I like it or not, and I have no idea if I am far enough north at my position to be out of a tornado track and I really didn't want to bust out my car windows with hail. Finally, about a mile and a half to the southeast, I see a large rotating debris cloud on the ground zipping right along at 60 or 70mph, so there's the tornado. But the sky is also rotating almost over my head to the west, so I'm hoping I'm not about to get run over by an occluding meso or something. I ended up pulling into the driveway of a home, knocking on the door, and taking cover with the foulest-mouthed elderly man I've ever met.
I think what I learned that day was that no matter how much you have invested in something, you have to try to think with a clear head. I'd spent so much time and effort trying to get ahead of that storm, which was bullying itself NE at around 65mph, that the idea that I was five minutes too late to get in front of it just didn't register. It almost ticked me off that I could miss it by such a small margin, so I pressed ahead anyway, counting on that dumb paved road that turned out to not exist. Luckily I didn't emerge from the hail to find a wedge or something.
My personal "oh no" moment came near Alvo, Nebraska on 3/23 last year. After punching for a good 20 minutes through the heavy rain on the north part of the tornado warned storm via I-80 and then dropping south through the hail, I finally emerged into the inflow, right inside the hook of the storm. My plan was to go east on road DeLorme indicated; the storm motion was fast and I was being rather stupid that day and cut it so close that only a paved road would give me enough speed capability to outrun the storm. I get to the road and it's crappy looking gravel. Visibility starts to get poor, with cloud decks only a thousand feet up, if that, and moving fast. I get that "oh no..." feeling, suddenly realizing that I've just put myself into a situation in which I'm going to get run over by this storm whether I like it or not, and I have no idea if I am far enough north at my position to be out of a tornado track and I really didn't want to bust out my car windows with hail. Finally, about a mile and a half to the southeast, I see a large rotating debris cloud on the ground zipping right along at 60 or 70mph, so there's the tornado. But the sky is also rotating almost over my head to the west, so I'm hoping I'm not about to get run over by an occluding meso or something. I ended up pulling into the driveway of a home, knocking on the door, and taking cover with the foulest-mouthed elderly man I've ever met.
I think what I learned that day was that no matter how much you have invested in something, you have to try to think with a clear head. I'd spent so much time and effort trying to get ahead of that storm, which was bullying itself NE at around 65mph, that the idea that I was five minutes too late to get in front of it just didn't register. It almost ticked me off that I could miss it by such a small margin, so I pressed ahead anyway, counting on that dumb paved road that turned out to not exist. Luckily I didn't emerge from the hail to find a wedge or something.
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