My enjoyment of the last such storm I encountered was significantly constrained by the fact that I was driving down Interstate 90 at the time.
At 20 miles per hour.
In the pitch dark.
Through the Montana Rockies, where the only straight road segments are the Federally-mandated ones, one mile in every five.
In a car that was new enough that I hadn't yet learned the UI enough to find the rear wiper control.
With the torrential rain reducing visibility to tens, not hundreds, of feet, and also obscuring if not entirely effacing, the paint on the road surface.
Terrified that I would encounter someone driving more slowly than I, or would be encountered by someone driving faster, with insufficient warning to avoid the collision.
With no shoulders wide enough to safely pull over and stop.
The five-year-old in the back seat, on the other hand, thought it was, and I quote, "AWESOME!"
I believe that interlude is where he learned the word for which he later substituted "silly". :)
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At 20 miles per hour.
In the pitch dark.
Through the Montana Rockies, where the only straight road segments are the Federally-mandated ones, one mile in every five.
In a car that was new enough that I hadn't yet learned the UI enough to find the rear wiper control.
With the torrential rain reducing visibility to tens, not hundreds, of feet, and also obscuring if not entirely effacing, the paint on the road surface.
Terrified that I would encounter someone driving more slowly than I, or would be encountered by someone driving faster, with insufficient warning to avoid the collision.
With no shoulders wide enough to safely pull over and stop.
The five-year-old in the back seat, on the other hand, thought it was, and I quote, "AWESOME!"
I believe that interlude is where he learned the word for which he later substituted "silly". :)