I can testify to the fact that a lightning strike on a car won't get you. On 6/6/66 the day I graduated high school my Dad and I were driving home in his '65 Falcon in a huge rainy thunderstorm. As we topped a hill the car was struck by lightning. It was as if someone had poured a 50 gallon drum of orange Kool-Aid over the windshield. When we got in the garage and looked at the car there were half a dozen little scorch spots at the top of the front roof support on the passenger side which had burned right through the paint. Strangely enough neither of us had to change our underwear.
Dave Anderson
Chester, NH