I was returning to the Chicago area after working for Mission Viejo land developers and living for two years in Aurora back in 1973. On the interstate east of Denver I got hit with a hailstorm from ****. I was driving a minty 1967 Ford LTD. I pulled over when it started and it was the most ungodly experience. The noise of the golf ball size hail was maddening. I put a pillow over my head and laid down on the front seat. I remember thinking after about 20 minutes of it that if I had a gun I might have blown my brains out. After it stopped you couldn’t drive through it, the hail was almost a foot deep. The sun came out and it melted within an hour. My poor LTD didn’t suffer any broken glass, but the sheet metal looked like a pack of trunk monkeys went crazy on it with ball peen hammers.