I'm Back!

After last year's hog roast, I was left without a functioning camera due to spilling a mixed drink all over my nikon. It took some major operation to get the SD card out of the memory card slot once it was filled with a strawberry margarita. By the way, it wasn't my margarita. But anywho...I am once again armed with a camera and am looking forward to doing a little blogging.

A few months ago, Troy and I (brainstorming while buzzed) decided to take dad to Reelfoot lake for father's day. Since Captain is tired of getting neckties and old spice, it seemed to be a good idea. We were wrong....it was one of our best ideas.

Troy posing with our first day's catch. Well, that's not accurate. This is Troy with the fish that we caught that we were able to get back to the dock. Your probably thinking, "they must have thrown all their fish back". Wrong again. On the way back to the dock, our stringer of fish tangled with the 8 hp motor on the back of the boat. Although, the motor could barely push us around the lake, it will rip a stringer of fish from the side of a boat.

The lake is full of these man made cut-throughs. These served as a great place to get out of the wind.

Absolutely one of the best all-round vacations I have ever taken. Perfect. Happy fathers day Cap!

Preparing for Marion...

Some of the I.T.S.A. crew decided to get in one more practice session before the final midwest event this year. Although there were motorcycles present, they were not the only source of entertainment. Nice pickin' boys!

Menonite Mike on percussion

My photo of Pap didn't come out as nice as the ones above. But he was more of a backup singer anyway....HA!

Hillside - 4 Trials riders - 0

In a class of it's own

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No shocks. No idea if it has brakes. Obviously it's air cooled. Modern Prehistoric?!?

Death Seat

During a trip to Chicago to attend a Cubs game, I had the opportunity to take a tour of Wrigley field. When I think of Wrigley field some of the first things that pop into my head are obviously the ivy covered walls, Harry Caray, bleacher bums, and Steve Bartman....OOPS!

But during the tour, I was enlightened to a particular culture that takes place in the bleacher seats at Wrigley field - The Death Seat. The bleacher seats at Wrigley are general admission and accommodate approximately 5000 fans. I believe all 5000 were wrapped around the outside of the stadium waiting in line to have their pick of seats in the outfield bleachers. The fans become familiar with each other throughout the long baseball season, and begin to create groups or what they call "families". A family usually sits together in the same area at every game and being general admission seating, there's only one reserved seat. The Death Seat is reserved for the oldest member of the bleacher bums. It's basically straight away center field, on the top row, closest to the aisle for easy access to the concessions and more importantly, the bathroom. The seat is reserved for this old fan for the rest of his/her life. When this fan passes on, the next eldest person is allowed to sit in the death seat until that person dies.

Above is a picture of the location of the Death Seat (the second most famous seat at Wrigley next to the Bartman seat). Below is a picture of The Death Seat, number 1. Pretty cool tradition.

Little Egypt Off Road Trials

Below are a couple videos from the ITSA trials from Little Egypt in Illinois. Sorry about not posting any pictures, they all turned out blurry. I took a close up picture of something lying on the ground and the grass in the picture was blurry because it was growing too fast.

First video is Captain Dick in a mean little C section. I couldn't clean this one all day, unless you count my 4th loop.

Below is the longest single section ever captured on film (or whatever video is captured on these days). It took me 4 hours to upload this video. Good ride Brent. And special thanks to Brad for riding this particular section before I rode it. Would have never payed any attention to the low hanging tree if you wouldn't have found it for me.

Evicted

During me and Captain's ride on Saturday at Screwboy's house, Screwboy's new neighbor asked if me and Captain would watch as her husband cut down a dead tree on their property. I took this as an opportunity to snap a few photos and a video of the world's slowest falling tree.

The woodpecker above had no fear as mean ol' neighbor cut down his home.

Here he is now dressed like Bob the Builder.

The tree was not going down without a fight. can you see the chain pinched in the tree?

Here's the video commentary:

Captain : It's goin', It's goin' Dave.......It's fallin' the whole time, It's fallin' right now.

Neighbor's Wife: It's not falling fast enough.

Me : YO!!

(Tree falls)

Crowd: Cool! (cheers)

Neighbor : (Chuckling)