Ok, the storm we had in memphis today was nasty. It was looming over the horizon when i had the damn fool idea to go ride my electric scooter. First, lightning. One of the first strikes in the storm front was on the very edge, close enough to where you could see the flash without looking directly at the bolt. At this time, i was barreling home on my scooter, and when i saw the flash, i thought it was going to hit me, so i ditched my scooter with all the grace of a chunin ninja, landing in the grass beside the street (Chunin ninja? YEAH RIGHT. Even Naruto could have pulled that off without falling on his @$$). At that moment i knew i would proably get struck if i continued, so i went to a nearby house that had their garage open. The house was empty (it was for sale, and it was open house day) and the door was unlocked and alarm deactivated, so i put my scooter in the garage and took refuge in the house. Soon i was joined by two of my friends, who also happened to be out and had seem me run for cover. Next, rain. It started raining really hard, so we were pretty much stuck. It was fine until we started getting thirsty (it had been 103 Farenheit that same day). We saw a break in the torrent of rain and lightning, so we went next door to my friend's house. Around that time, the power went out. I stayed in the half open garage, but my friends wanted to go outside and play football in the rain. They did until the core of the storm got within 0.1 miles away from our location, judging by the freqency of the ligtning strikes witin a 0.5 mile radius. After several flash-crack-booms and some swearing on my part, my mother called my cellphone to find out where i was. I told her i was safe. About that time there was another break in the storm, and the rain almost stopped. My mom told me to try and make a break for the house, so i got on my scooter and gunned it home. Now my garage faces the side yard, and my neighbors driveway is right next to my own, with only a half foot between the two concrete paths. The storm was beginning to act up again, so rather than drive up my own driveway, i drove up my neighbor's and crossed over the median. UNFORTUNATELY, my garage was half-open, so I tried to duck underneath the door and ended up doing what I would call half of a fishtail - in other words, sliding sideways under the door and coming to a rather explosive halt into the equipment shelves in the back (well, I DID avoid the explosive halt part... barely). All said, this experience bas put me off storm chasing for life... or at least until next month.
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