What’s changed? Well…nothing, really…I’m still the same ol’ schmuck I was before. White Kevin, aZn Kevin, Toe, Matt, Max…all the same goobers as before… :) I guess the venue has changed. No longer are the days of Z2 or Precision Trackdays…no more drama, no more whining, complaining, and pissing, and moaning (anyone catch that song reference?).
I want to thank all of you for a good run though. Regardless of the outcome, all of you have been what’s made the last few years of my life some of the best years of my life. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.
I can tell you that the last few months have been pretty hectic. Lots of personal stuff going on and all that riff-raff…but aside from the personal stuff, I have been getting around a bit… here’s some pics of the last few months of my life, in no particular order. Enjoy.
So as the day ended, we watched everyone pack up and leave. I came up to the track with two beautiful bikes in the bed of my truck, and now I was leaving with two beat, trashed, and battered bikes. The bikes looked like snicker doodles after rolling around in the Nevada dirt, and my truck was caked as well from my 4wd adventures in the morning. My bank account was hundreds of dollars lighter. A few friends crashed but were ok. I learned a ton about racing and about myself. I had to be at work the next day at 7am. As I arrived at work the next day, I was asked the usual question,
“What did you do this weekend?”
“I raced.”
“Did you win?”
After a long pause, I responded, “….ya” with a smile.
A little over a year ago, I wrote a blog entitled “Electric Bikes: This is it?” It was about my dismay at the progress being made and all the hoopla that seemed to be surrounding the electric bike market. Lots of talk, very little awesomeness.
What now? Oh…this thing?
I pinned the bike, bouncing it off it’s rev limiter and yelled the only thing I could think of at the top of my lungs, “F****************CK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU BEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!” hoping that would scare it.
This past weekend was supposed to be Kev’s racing debut. A mere 2 weeks ago, he was registered to race with TTP in the Open Street Class…then the unfortunate happened; he fell down while riding with some friends on Wentworth Springs Road. He fractured his L1, 2, and 3, and one of his metacarpals. He was out from the weekend of racing.
He was bummed.
I was bummed.
I was looking forward to watching him highside the gixxer to the moon! *CACKLES!*
“GET OFF MY LAWN!”
We hoofed it double-time Saturday morning because we knew we were going to be gone for a few hours mid day for another event—which I’ll get to in a minute—so that way we’d have the best variety of pics of everyone out there on track. We shot non-stop from about 9:30 until 11:45.
This “other event” was a charity bikini bike wash held over at 2 Wheel Custom Performance in Reno. We thought it’d be great to get some PR shots and the likes. So we hang out there for about an hour and a half takin pics and the likes…
This past weekend, Tomas the Terrible joined me after a brief hiatus for some 24 Hours of LeMons action up at Reno Fernley Raceway as well as shooting a wedding for a racer friend of ours.
We headed out Thursday night as there was a Friday practice for all the LeMons Racers.
What is The 24 Hours of LeMons? Well, put frankly, it’s a 24 hour endurance race where people buy pieces of shit cars for $500 or less, put all kinds of ridiculous decorations and whatnot on them…
Six days it took us, six days to travel over 2400 miles and to the far side of Arizona.
Six days of course is not counting any time used to prep for the trip, in this case making sure we replaced our tires. Mine because I had a tire that had carried me to Montana and back (and was the appropriate hardness to do so), and Joe’s because his previous attempt to ride this particular tire had ended with him growing a large hematoma on his buttocks. We took full advantage of a friend, Blaise, raiding his garage in the middle of what could have been for him a pleasant date, and commandeering his tire machine.
Oh well; better forgiveness than permission… and better surprise than dread. In retrospect it was well worth it, as neither my or Joe’s ham-fisted-throttle-happy-asses were tossed high and to the butchers.
Though I have only been doing motorcycle film and photography for a couple years, I am often asked, “How do you get into the business?” Rather than giving an answer, I ask them, “what makes you want to get into the business?”
