I believe you. Interesting hobbies like that are cool.
I had to go to a couple storm spotter classes when I was on our safety committee at work, but I wouldn’t call my self even amateurishly knowledgeable. Like the vast majority of things in my life.
I’ve seen two tornadoes in the flesh in my life, one was a skinny, white, spaghetti noodle of a thing that just took some shingles off the NCC dorm buildings, and the other one was a (relatively) big bastard by Hospers years ago when my parents were still alive. Quite a rush to see one even from a couple miles away. I’m convinced there’s some sort of primal evolutionary instinct in humans that scares the F out of you when you see one. Kind of how a baby freaks out if they see a spider even though they have no prior experience to tell them that spiders are bad news.