There is nothing more frustrating than looking out at your car the morning after a hail storm and seeing your vehicle peppered with dents that makes it reminiscent of a golf ball. Sometimes there would be specials at auto body shops after a storm. I always remember the sales that happened afterward at the car lots that didn’t have enough covering. I also remember what would happen to the cars out at my dad’s house because he didn’t have a garage or any kind of covering for him and my step mom’s cars. There was more than one time they needed to take their cars to a car dent repair shop, but none so memorable as one spring.
I was eleven years old and was dropped off at my dad’s office that day after school for some reason I can’t recall. His secretary had gone home for the day and I remember watching the weather radar and seeing lots of orange, red and dark red. You see that day had felt eerie for a while. There was some sort of charged energy that anybody would have been able to pick up on. The sky was more than overcast, it was heavy and threatening. My dad told me that my step mother was going to come and pick me up before she drove out to our house for dinner. I was nervous and felt like we shouldn’t be on the roads at that time, but my dad promised me that if we left now, we would beat the storm and that he would come home after it had passed. I believed him.
Janice, my step-mom, came to pick me up and she had my step-sister Candace with her. I loaded up in the car and prepared to take the twenty minute ride home with the two of them in hopes of beating the storm that was brewing more intensely every minute that we waited. I remember Janice trying to pretend she wasn’t nervous as she kept pressing different buttons on her radio to try and find the latest weather update and ended up shutting the whole thing off because we kept hearing things about hail and tornados that was really upsetting Candace.
Finally we were almost home and we were convinced we had outrun the steadily darkening sky when out of no where we were slammed with soft ball sized hail. Janice kept trying to drive but eventually the visibility was so awful from the windshield being cracked that she had to stop driving. Candace was crying at the top of her lungs, Janice was freaking out and I was strangely calm. Janice grabbed a sweater from the passenger seat and held it over her face in case the glass completely broke then stepped on the gas. We were a quarter of a mile from the house; we had to make it in time and the van was starting to rock in the heavy wind.
Finally we made it home. As we got out of the car I could already see that there was some massive dent repair that would be needed. The ground was so covered in hail it looked like it had snowed.