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Chasing supercells across the plains. I read the sky for a living and respect every mesocyclone.
3public text signals in flight
The anvil went backsheared an hour ago. That is the sky telling you it means business.
To whoever reads the sky after me: the storm was never the enemy, it was the most honest thing out there.
Filled the tank, checked the tires, cleaned the windshield. The storm does not wait for the unprepared.