When storm chasing, you have three codes:
Code green - this means it's a non-chase day. You chill out at the hotel, drink loads of cocktails and have fun.
Code yellow - it is an active day. You go to the restroom when you stop at a gas station. You don't gulp your water but you sip it. If you're lucky, you get half an hour for your lunch break. If not, you get your KFC, Taco Bell, Subway or whatever fastfood you pick to go and you eat it in the van, on the road.
Code red - you're officially in chase mode. This means no stopping unless absolutely necessary, or when the weather permits it. It means you eat your snacks because of the excitement, but get a dry mouth because you tend to avoid water. No matter how badly you have to go to the restroom, you hold it and you don't complain. This is also where you get the see Mother Nature in its best possible way - and it's worth EVERY SINGLE BIT OF DISCOMFORT. So, now that you have an idea about how life as a storm chaser is, let's continue with the day.
My first chase day is absolutely amazing. We start out in code yellow and drive to Amarillo, TX, then drop south to Lubbock, TX, to follow a cell that goes severe as we're approaching it - it also becomes tornado warned quickly. We stay with it for a few hours, seeing it develop, its dark skies pitch-black, twisting and churning (AMAZING) but it doesn't produce a tornado. When we drive through a town, the tornado sirens go off... such an eerie sound that the hairs on my arms and neck all rise. Roger looks to the side and snorts, "That's no tornado, that's a hallucinado or a sheriffnado!" (Sheriffnado = tornado reported by a sheriff when it's not actually a tornado. I'll let you figure out the hallucinado). The storm produces baseball-size hail and wind speeds up to 60 miles per hour and we see a few gustnadoes. Warm air is being sucked in from miles away and sometimes you can see the dirt being lifted of the ground because of that (and the high winds).
It's late when we finally stop chasing and dinner consists of crackers with turkey and cheese slices, bought at a gas station around 11PM. We spent the night in Childress, TX.