Chased my first storm since coming out to the mid-west. Unfortunately, the most I experienced was some strong winds, rain, and a little bit of lightning. Followed the storm across NW Kansas through St. Joseph, Missouri before giving up. Below shot was from my one-hour trip on back-roads, weaving between farmland, occasionally passing a tractor or two:
When I got passed by a retro-fitted Jeep with a WWII-style machine gun rack sticking up from the passenger side and a 10-year old boy sitting behind the wheel with his mom in the passenger seat, I finally decided it was time to stick to the main roads. I can’t apologize enough for not getting a picture of them, but frankly, I was pretty horrified at the time and didn’t want to be too obvious about my efforts to photograph them. Sadly, the best I managed was a picture of their garage, which openly displayed to me the reason why (a) I got lost so many times and (b) why I almost got into so many accidents:
The entire garage was lined with these signs
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