All the bad flooding was up in Houston. We are three hours south and had all the rain, but the streets didn't flood. It was the wind and driving rain that was the problem. Right before the eye of the storm reached us, the wind really picked up. It was almost midnight when we got a call about two people who were in a tin building, and their friends hadn't heard from them. I got in my truck with my brother, and we put on helmets and extra clothes for padding. We must have looked nuts, but it's hard to describe what 130-mph wind feels like. As we pulled out to go get these two people, the rear passenger window of my F-250 immediately got smashed. I think a flying Stop sign hit it. Then something flew into the side of my door, and the whole truck moved, as though a dirt bike had crashed into it. I have 35-inch tires, wide rims, and the truck has a good stance, and it's not lifted, so I didn't think it would blow over, but suddenly I didn't know. With the rain and the wind, I couldn't see anything. I put the truck in four-wheel drive and just rock-crawled down the street. The roads weren't flooded, but there was debris everywhere, and the rain was so hard you could only see about three feet ahead. If it wasn't for reflectors on the road, I don't think we would have made it.