Lara Zielin, Intrepid Girl Reporter
April 22nd, 2012
[This post includes a rad video. I just wanted to let you know that up front.]
There was a time in my life when I liked to think of myself as a storm chaser.
Because, see, I’d been on a tornado tour in tornado alley — which is a lot like whale watching, only instead of paying a guide to get you close to marine mammals, you pay a guide to get you close to dangerous storms — so OF COURSE I knew what I was doing.
When I was driving near Saginaw, Michigan, a few years ago, I got the perfect opportunity to chase. Like in Twister the movie! When they’re all in their cars, jouncing over back roads to get near a storm! I was on the trail of a huge system that was definitely going to produce. (<– See that? I even knew the lingo.)
I was getting really close to a dark, churning sky. 
It was so exciting!
The wind was picking up. The temperature dropped. The whole sky took on that eeire green/black vibe.
And then the sirens started to go off. And I realized I was pretty much in the middle of the space a tornado was likely to touch down. And I thought to myself, “This is real.”
And, okay, maybe I thought about some swear words too. Probably I even said those swear words.
Because this wasn’t Twister, this wasn’t a tour with a guide who held a Ph.D. and a sophisticated Doppler. This was me being the biggest dumbass ever, and I had to get out of there.
Except that’s when the wind hit.
And the hail.
Did I mention I was in a new car?
It was getting bad. Oh, and the sirens were STILL going off.
I managed to get back on the highway, but cars were slowing down and pulling off left and right. The hail was REALLY bad. And people knew the twister was right behind us. So many of them were covering their heads against the worst of the hail assaults and heading for the ditches alongside the highway.
Oh, but not me. I floored that brand new car and booked out of there as quickly as I could. I thought, “I can’t chase a storm, but by god I can outrun it.” And I did. Best decision of the day, right there.
It was scary, real stuff. And I still feel my face burn every time I think about it. Because for crying out loud, what was I thinking? Chasing storms like this is about the stupidest thing an untrained weather enthusiast can do.
But it wasn’t a total loss. My good friend Rhonda Helms (Stapleton) thought my into-the-storm story was so funny, she made up a song about it. It’s called “Lara Zielin, Intrepid Girl Reporter.” And I made a video to go with the song. So at least we got that out of the whole debacle.
Stay in school, kids. And don’t chase twisters.
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