I picked Zach up from a friend’s house. Lockdown has been hard on the kids so I was glad he got to have an extended hang session with his buddies.
Just as we were getting in the car for the 20-mile ride home the lightning started.
And the air had that smell.
Pretty soon it was raining so hard the windshield wipers couldn’t keep up. Visibility was limited to a few feet.
We were driving on a dark parkway with lots of tree. There were three vehicles in a daisy chain. We had our hazards blinking and were moving about 15 miles an hour.
away in the storm.
The lightning was slicing the sky. Couple times the thunder was right there which means the strikes were within a couple hundred yards.
We were able to avoid some big branches that came off a tree.
Then the lead driver, who I am thankful for, went off-road a couple hundred feet in front of us.
The second car followed and by the time I got closer I saw that a whole tree was laid out across both lanes of the parkway.
I followed onto the mushy median and avoided it.
Without that driver’s skills I might not even be typing this.
Now this is the first night with the convertible so of course I was thinking maybe not the best idea.
Yes I was thinking a tree could come down across the cloth top and do serious damage.
The kid was nervous so I did my best to sound confident.
The navigation system was clicking down the distance to home.
Our area of the country has microclimates – the weather can change form one mile to the next.
I told Zack that by the time we get home it might not be raining at all. I said watch we’re going to drive through this.
About 3 miles and 10 minutes later the storm dialed down from Apocalyptic to evil.
We kept the flashers on and picked up the speed a little bit.
And then we hit a patch where there was no rain and the road was dry.
Feeling a little cocky I said well you never know we might hit another patch of storm. Which is what happened.
Not all the way up to Apocalypse but in the realm of evil. So we got through four separate weather patterns in about a 14 mile stretch.
When we got home I told Zack the truth which is that it was probably the worst storm I’ve driven through in 10 years.
I had the help of some other good drivers on the road and lots of experience.
And you know storms happen. They rage they lull and then they rage again. And you keep going.
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