housecat wrote:921 is the only one I've ever run outside for. I'd been here just a few months. You bet I ran out, naked and wrapped in a blanket.
I experienced my first ever earthquake soon after I got here, in 1986, when I was living in Taipei. It wasn't a massive quake, but did leave 14 dead in the city, and gave me a big scare. I'd never given any thought to what I might do in a quake, since I'd never felt one anywhere before. It happened very early in the morning, when I was asleep in bed. My first impulse was to run outside, but since I was starkers, I thought I'd better tug on a pair of trousers first. That proved a lot harder than I'd thought. Every time I tried to stand up to pull on the trousers, the shaking caused me to fall down. By the time I'd got them on, the shaking had stopped. After that, I made it a general habit to sleep in a pair of shorts, just in case.
When 921 hit, I didn't even try to go outside, but just stayed in the bed until the shaking stopped. Then I went into the study, turned on the radio, and listened to the news for the rest of the night. I put my crash helmet beside me, and donned it whenever the shaking started again. I also intended to crouch under the desk if another big one came, but none of the aftershocks was bad enough to make that necessary. For several years afterwards, I always put my crash helmet next to the bed at night.
I'm petrified by quakes. My wife isn't half as scared, and finds my response quite amusing. My heart pounds madly as soon as I feel a quake starting, and I reckon I'm in at least as much danger of being done for by a heart attack as by any other consequence of a quake.