When I lived in Minneapolis in my twenties, and my mom lived there, too, I used to take her 'storm chasing' - by which I mean I'd see a pulsing blob of radar on The Weather Channel and make her drive us toward the storm.
I've seen several funnel clouds as a kid, too. They're cool if, you know, they're, like, two towns over, but they're scary as hell if you know they're coming your way.
I had a small part in a storm-chasing movie, so I did some research into storm-chaser culture.
Ride the air In whirlwind.
I've been a weather buff my whole life. Whenever there is a storm coming in, I'm always outside watching it for as long as it takes to get there and I watch it leave. I'm so enthralled watching storms.
I didn't want to crash into the ocean, but from watching Han Solo navigate an asteroid field to watching movies like 'Perfect Storm,' it would always kind of get my adrenaline up, and I knew it was something I wanted to do.
I understand the atmosphere better than I ever did before. You feel the thermals while paragliding. You are in the clouds. Chasing a storm puts you in front of the cloud, not a book. I hope to learn as I do these things.
I like storms. I would say I actively like stormy weather. I would not be afraid of them. I think that if I had not pursued journalism, I think storm-chasing would've been a really fun career.
Ideal day is a hot and humid morning, tornadoes develop, no one gets hurt, and we get to collect data and chase the tornadoes.
I started storm-chasing at a young age.
We rode on the winds of the rising storm, We ran to the sounds of the thunder. We danced among the lightning bolts, and tore the world asunder.
