I have a good storm story. We were sitting on my dock, sunning and sipping whatever, because the wind was DEAD. Our boats were sitting on the beach set up (nothing cleated) less than a block away. No kidding, dead wind. You could hear a pin drop on the otherside of the lake. We noticed some dark clouds coming over the bluff to the south, and saw a small ripple on the water. SMALL RIPPLE. My son and I looked at each other and decided we should tear the boats down. Remember, they are a block away, maybe 200 yards down the street at the 'hobie beach'.
We headed up to the house to get the car, and the temp dropped right then about 10 degrees. We started running for the car. By the time we got to the beach, maybe 2.5 minutes later, we were just in time to watch my newer 16 lift off the beach and cartwheel backwards into the marsh. We probably still wouldn't have the boat if the mast and my new Playa Del Sol sail didn't end up 4 feet into the mud. The other boat, we jumped on the front hulls to hold her down while my daughter dropped the main. In the minute this took, the jib SHREDDED into a million pieces.
This came out of nowhere, on a bright and sunny day. The wind kicked up to 60mph for about 10 minutes. We thought it was a tornado, because the hail and really cold rain was with it. It was an hour before we got the other boat out of the mud and back on the beach. Another hour at the carwash trying to save my beautiful main.
That was a storm.