So yesterday was a bit more exciting than I had hoped for. I live on the westside, very near to the airport, and was not home at the time of the tornados. Instead I was headed through Plainfield on my way to Avon from Mooresville. Someone snapped a picture of the tornado, and I'll be damned if I'm not the second car in the photo. I never realized I was that close, but that explains why people wouldn't go so that I could turn.