 Troy and Nina up ahead.
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 That's Troy.
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 That's Nina.
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 Ya know. I should have brought the Frogg Toggs! Hail.
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 Troy catches up with us to find us sitting at the side of the road with our 4-way flashers running. He slows to stop and figure out why we've stopped. His visor is fogged up enough that he doesn't even realize what the roads are like until he gives it just a bit too much rear brake. He slides a bit and pulls to a stop to discover the road's coated with hail.
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 That's Troy and Nina. We're warming up at a restaurant in Cloudcroft. We later find out it had dropped to 38 degrees where it was hailing. No wonder we were all frozen, shivering and our hands barely worked.
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