The best I ever saw was a massive storm on a four hour
drive to Paris (July 1995). We seemed to be heading in the same direction as the lightning for the entire time and the surrounding area was so flat you could see for miles. It made me positively moist with excitement.
( Nimble Colin camera-wrangling, globe-trotting whisky enthusiast, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 13:27, archived)