Terligua bound...

Kinda excited for this one... actually riding my bike a bit more than once a week, and looking forward to playing in the desert. Of course, I'm pretty sure the desert wants to hand me my ass.

In other stuff, I recently had a blast from the past crop up. See, when we lived in Sandy Eggo, I had this guy call the shop I managed, and ask if I'd be willing to get some guys together for a photo shoot at the Big Laguna Trail east of town. This was for an article about Sandy Eggo in Men's Journal, but I figured, what the hell. I got some guys together, we rode, stood around, rode 30 feet, turned around, rode the same 30 feet, stood around... If you've ever been a part of a photo shoot, you know what I'm talking about. I'd done a few for my buddy Rick before, so I knew what I was in store for.

Anyway, that was about 4 years ago, and the story didn't get picked up by the magazine. Just the other day, though, one of the guys who was out there gets a hold of me, and tells me that the photographer needs to get in touch with me to get a model release form. Crazy. I never thought of myself as a model.

So here's a picture of the ride, low-res but you get the idea.Kinda excited for this one... actually riding my bike a bit more than once a week, and looking forward to playing in the desert. Of course, I'm pretty sure the desert wants to hand me my ass.
In other stuff, I recently had a blast from the past crop up. See, when we lived in Sandy Eggo, I had this guy call the shop I managed, and ask if I'd be willing to get some guys together for a photo shoot at the Big Laguna Trail east of town. This was for an article about Sandy Eggo in Men's Journal, but I figured, what the hell. I got some guys together, we rode, stood around, rode 30 feet, turned around, rode the same 30 feet, stood around... If you've ever been a part of a photo shoot, you know what I'm talking about. I'd done a few for my buddy Rick before, so I knew what I was in store for.
Anyway, that was about 4 years ago, and the story didn't get picked up by the magazine. Just the other day, though, one of the guys who was out there gets a hold of me, and tells me that the photographer needs to get in touch with me to get a model release form. Crazy. I never thought of myself as a model, and heres why:

So here's one of the shots:

It's low-res, but you get the idea.

It's a beautiful trail obscured by unbeautiful men. Probably why Men's Journal refused to run the story. Maybe if we'd had Matthew McConaughey...