Gary, Indiana

Gary is a storied historical city. My story in Gary consisted of driving through absolutely horrible weather. The rain came down so hard that I couldn't see in front of my hood. On this car there is one "handle" by the wheel on the left side that controls a bunch of different things. I couldn't figure out how to get the wipers on, but I was able to push the handle in for a single wipe. Throughout the awful storm I had to keep pressing the handle to get anything remotely close to a clear windshield. At one point large hail started poising down on my windshield. Because it is so open out here, I could see impressive thunderbolts.   At the storm's worst I was driving 15 MPH with my hazards flashing. Thank goodness a giant truck was in front of me so that I could mostly see its many rear lights. It was pretty frightened. I was expecting a tornado to pop up and kept my eyes peeled for a wedge cloud.