… and the bike purrs to life, snicks into gear, and leaps away from the parking spot.
I pull onto the interstate from Wendover, NV, and rip the throttle open. The inline 4 of the stolen bike screams as it punishes the pavement and zips me up to clearly illegal speeds. The wide open expanse of the Bonneville Salt Flats, vaugely glowing white at 1 in the morning, remains clearly indifferent to my defiance of the law.
I shoot past car and truck alike, heading deeper into the empty darkness of salt and pavement. The wind roars in my helmet, and I can just barely hear though it and my ear plugs as my helmet speakers start pounding out Zombie-Zombie’s ‘Driving this road until death takes me’.
The unplanned and sudden death of scores of moths leave tiny carcasses that flitter to the ground in my wake of noise and …
Was it fiction or fact?
“Did you know the speed limit was 40 back there? I clocked you at 55.”
“Uhh, no. Sorry, I’ve never been in this town before.”
“License please.”
…
“I’m just going to give you a verbal warning. Watch the speed limits.”
“Thanks officer.”
Welp, I still exist. I know it has been a long time since I posted last, but hey, busy and all. So, here is an update.
An adventure begins with a single step. Every day we all begin our own adventures, be they the drive to work, the path to lunch, or even just the spectacular toothbrushing action of the morning routine. Sometimes the adventure spills over and splatters all over the place.
That was my weekend.
Sheeesh, ya get busy and then the blog gets stale..
It’s been busy out here recently. I finally got the lab cleaned up, and my little stop motion experiment seemed to work out pretty well. I gotta finish the editing and then I will share it with you.
Kija’s best friend Whitney got married a while back, so the new pictures are all from that shindig. I didn’t get very many good shots, but I wasn’t really trying too hard, just playing around with shooting people in action.