Helmet Required
That pressure to line things up as fast as possible as a fast moving hail swollen super cell spins northerly along a line adjacent to the High Plains Route. Hail stings, and that intense rain your back is instantly wet, cold, no freezing. The mood is one of drama and maybe fear; not exactly a leisurely end of this hobby. Maybe the potential for a rainbow from this cell will lift the mood; until then it’s drama coupled with speed and danger.
