Storm Chasing is primarily a game of being in the right place at the right time, as is most of life.

June 12^th, 2013 was one of those days that seemed as if being in the big red highlighted circle was all that would be required to see a good storm. The Storm Prediction Center had Northern Illinois and Northwest Indiana highlighted with a moderate risk for severe weather.  The expectation for the day was believed to be an evolving squall line of damaging wind that would trek across the area after the initial supercells had merged together.

The most seemingly mundane of days can wind up exhilarating and terrifying thanks to a few minor events.  Late in the morning the spare tire replaced from the previous day’s incident, Connor and I were headed back east towards the Big Spring, Texas area, located about one hour south of Lubbock.

Late on the evening of June 8^th 2014, I hopped into the Honda after probably 20 minutes of pussyfooting around and drove just 41 miles down I-35 out of Norman, Oklahoma.

Lightning flashed throughout the sky to the beat of whatever mortifying gangster rap that I permitted to blast through my open windows and into the windows of the big ole pick-up trucks of the cowboys on the road near me.

Car radios that I have used always seem to have critical malfunction of blasting Lil Boosie in small cowboy towns and Hank Williams in inner city rust belt ghettos. These radios must really want me shot dead.

Have you ever experienced a gut feeling about an upcoming decision or event that you couldn’t seem to override with your mind? Even if it seems to be a rather inconsequential decision? This was more or less my experience when I chose to forego seeing the hilarious band Psychostick in concert in Oklahoma City and instead head back northeast without a definite reason.