I love that tingly feeling down the back of my neck milliseconds before the CRACK and BOOM. Must be those days in junior high when my friends and I used to work at Pine Brook Country Club in Weston, MA. We'd be caddying when the rain would interrupt the round. We'd leap on the nearest golf cart. Members got the seats and the dashboard. Caddies dangled off the sides and back of the teetering electric cart. If the rain kept up, and they decided the close the course, all the caddies would start running the little metal golf carts down the hill to a metal and tin garage full of electric chargers for the carts. Then a lucky few of us would be sent to pick the range, which involved driving a metal machine with a 12 foot roller in the front (to pick up the golf balls). Ahhh... Nothing like puttering around an open field in a metal box during a lightning storm.