Storm Chasers

I've been outside, picking up stuff that might get blown to America in this wind. It's pretty windy up here, i'm waiting to see if anything outside my window starts flying, and waiting for the house to plunge into darkness, even if i don't have a torch handy. Ah well, i could take bets that my power will be off. It'd probably be wise to batton down the hatches now, except i'm most likely heading to water polo in the big massive low pressure weather system outside.

That reminds me of a programme i watched a few weeks ago, about Americans chasing tornados for a holiday. They chugged about in a minibus round all the flat fields, like Iowa or somewhere, for a week, getting out every so often with their hi-tech cams and making total American comments at the big scary column of wind before them, twisting at something like 500mph. Quite a few of those people across the pond fit into their stereotype perfectly. Not that i'm complaing. I see why they do it. It's crazy, but pretty interesting, and most of the time seems to be pretty adrenalising, because it really is a big scary storm thing that could suck you in and spit you out before you can even run for it. Cheap way of getting thrills, yea. It could be a career.

Here's a big bad pic to wet ppl's appetites...


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