Tornadoes!?!? Really?

Four years ago Ray and I did our first Epic Road Trip. We shipped the bikes to my sister in Surrey, flew out, mounted up, and headed down the Pacific Coast Highway. We went south until we ran into wildfires, turned east until we encountered tornadoes, fled north until we hit hit snow, before finally turning back east again for home.

We are currently in our cheesy motel room in Limon Colorado. We hadn't encountered any wildfires, and the weather forecast was severe clear for the next week with only the possibility of some scattered thunderstorms. Until we were coming back from dinner. We had stopped in the corner store across the street from the motel when a bunch of cars and vans pulled in and disgorged a jabbering crowd of excited youngsters.

"Is it always this busy?" I asked the guy behind the counter.

"Storm Chasers." He replied with a shrug. He must have noticed my eyes bug out, so he elaborated with "This is Limon, the western edge of Tornado Alley."

One of the youngsters overheard us and gleefully said "We just saw 2 tornadoes to the south, and there's heavy hail to the west on it's way here in a few minutes."

If we could have fit the bikes through the motel room door........