This picture is from a couple of weeks ago, just a bit south of Ponoka.
Tonight, the winds are howling. 80-100km/h wind gusts. The low clouds are blowing hard south in a hurry, and the upper clouds are quite still. It's really neat to see, actually. The wanna-be farmer-kid across the street freaked out and jumped his car over the curb to get it between the houses and has covered it with a couple of tarps and a bunch of wood and stones to protect it from the hail that he insists is coming. I laughed at him, because his car is a 2000-ish Jetta with 270k and some hail would probably help to knock some of the rust off it.
I've worked outside for years, and have paid attention to weather patterns (not statistically, but physically), and I know it isn't going to rain tonight and it is too late for hail. Nevertheless, I found myself clearing out a path into my garage to shoehorn the TA in, and somehow bruised my right hand in the process. I have no idea what I did, but it hurts, and I don't bruise easily.
The sad part is that after I laughed at that dumb kid, I put my car away just in case. I hate to let him think that he's right, but if I happen to be wrong, it is pretty much irreplaceable. There is little to no chance that my insurance would actually repair it.
Better safe than sorry, right?