tornado

so there's a tornado coming to town. this, of course, is a great time to hop on the mountainbikes (and dont forget the backpacks packed with cold beer.) and ride many miles to a bar. and a street festival. and then another bar. at this point the wind is so strong that the metal chairs on the patio are blowing over. then head to another bar for food (important to find one that still has power at this point) and on the way, pause and marvel at a group of people attempting to walk down the street without losing sundresses to the winds. unsuccessfully. then toward home, pausing in the pic above to play with downed electrical lines sparking in the street - with CAUTION tape uselessly flapping about. collect a mounted largemouth bass from the office building which the glass and aluminum modern framwork has blown out into the street - the paperwork from the desk blowing out into the city, the largemouth bass you were so proud of now strapped to the backpack of a drunken wanderer... only to ride through another section of power-outed (which incidentally lasted for many days) hood, to randomly join a porch-tornado-watching fest (and with no electricity to keep those beers cold, better to put them into our backpacks where they'll go to good use) and back then, into the storm, riding at a 33degree angle against the gale winds...