[This is from a few weeks back. Also, Ayo wants me to add a disclaimer that I drop an f-bomb in this post. Okay then.]
So we’re on our way to Grand Junction and stop for the night at a gas station. There’s a huge dirt lot out back and a lot of semis are parked there. Good enough for us.
In the morning I wake up before Ayo and begin my day. I hear a bit of rain. No big deal.
Then… THUNK. What the fuck? THUNK! I look out the window and see monster hail. Think about a golf ball. Now think about a golf ball made out of ice. Then, drop it on your RV roof from thousands of feet up in the sky. Ouch.
I had heard enough stories of RV hail damage to know that we had to move. Our A/C is on the roof and has a hard plastic shell covering it. A flying golf ball of ice is more than enough to dent a car or crack our A/C cover. Engine on.
I quickly remember that the gas station we are near has a roof over the pumps. Time to gas up! Finally, we’re under the roof and the noise stops. All around us is wicked hail, rain, and wind. Inside it’s quiet, and I head into the gas station to stretch my legs.
Motorcyclists start to pull in, as does another RV and a guy towing a boat. We all start to exchange stories of our mad dashes for cover.
Arvie 1, Hailstorm 0
(Oh, by the way… I’m flying to New York today, and Ayo’s off to Wisconsin. Surprise!)
posted by yair