The guys in work always ask how the hell I can like strong winds, snow, cold, storms etc but I can never explain it to them They probably think I'm some sort of weirdo.
I can never find the words to describe it at all. Maybe it's the power behind it, the adrenaline rush you get when you're standing in storm force winds, trying to stand still, having to lean into the wind just so you can stand up straight.
Storm chasing could maybe be compared to extreme sports... putting your own life on the edge!