When we last left our road trip story, I had alluded to a bright flash on the horizon, which everyone assumed meant the DeLorean DMC-12 had managed to screw itself up to 88mph and blast Back to the Future. Given the DeLorean’s somewhat slug-like “performance,” this is rather implausible, and you should have known better! After all, there was no Mr. Fusion mounted on the car I photographed, right?
No, indeed. In fact, I’ve been giving you clues all along as to where this story was heading.
My plan was to spend a week with Dad just to hang out together and maybe do some landscaping work around his house, cleaning up from where my younger brother had removed some pine trees a few weeks earlier. That’s Dad, by the way, on the Sears Craftsman SS-12 garden tractor that was bought new in the late 1960s. I cut many a lawn on that tractor back in the day.
As I was still “on the clock,” I worked from my laptop during the day and was keeping an eye on the developing story about the massive tornado that hit Oklahoma City that same afternoon. After supper, Dad and I popped in Run Silent, Run Deep (he’s a former submariner), and after the movie settled in to watch more of the tornado coverage on CNN.
Things suddenly got very surreal when I got the above text from my wife at 9:51pm. She called back about a half hour later to tell me they and the livestock and house were all okay, but that the back half of my machine shed was *gone*. After talking a bit more, I filed an initial claim with our insurance company and packed up to head back home early the next morning.
Sixteen very long hours later, I pulled in the driveway to be greeted by this view. Doesn’t look so bad, does it?
Well, here’s the view from the other side.
And one from above. As you can tell, I had my tractors and several vehicles in the barn at the time, none of which escaped damage from the falling debris.
My truck took a truss right in the back window, and the driving rain of course soaked the interior…
The ’63 Beetle and ’50 International L-170 both took some roof dent damage from falling trusses—they should be repairable by a capable panel beater, though.
The 1950 Ford 8N acquired a few new dents, too.
My 1916 Nieuport 11 replica project (which hasn’t been touched in years) was nearly swept away.
Attesting to the power of the wind that hit us (estimated between 80-120mph), this hay rack was pushed up and over the back of Tyler’s 1984 Mustang L. The metal frame and boards laying on the rack used to be bolted vertically to the back of the rack, and the wind sheared the bolts right off.
More heartbreakingly, the boys old Radio Flyer wagon took one for the team.
So that’s how my road trip story ends. We’re thankful that none of the family were hurt, and that there was no *major* damage to vehicles that can’t be undone. Not at all like what some folks experienced in OK City or other locales hit with major natural disasters lately where they lost *everything*.
Now it’s your turn. Let’s hear about your Curbside Catastrophe in the comments!