Raised on a Motorcycle, Tennessee

Campbell came home from school yesterday and informed me that today was "Take Your Child to Work Day." I had always thought it would be cool to take the kids to work with me, even before I knew what my career would be. Once I got this job I didn't know if it would ever work out for me to take an of the kids with me, since a lot of my days entail climbing on roofs, having people threaten to sue me, or sitting at my desk all day long. I figured that these situations would be either dangerous, scary or boring, respectively.

Well, it just happened to work out that my schedule included a lot of driving and photography, and not much else. (Or as the Canadians like to say: "a perfect day to take my child to work, eh.")

When I'm on the road, occasionally I will see something funny, and I'll want to take a picture of it. Fortunately for me my job requires me to have my camera with me most of the time. (I think most of us wish we had our cameras with us every waking moment, to capture all of our individual Kodak moments, but none of us wants to have a camera surgically attached to our bodies, unlike a certain pregnant sibling that will remain nameless.) Most of the time I'm not able to get the picture for one reason or another. Today, though, Campbell and I saw a couple of things that I was lucky enough to get pictures of.





My first appointment was in Bullhead City, AZ, which is right across the Colorado River from Laughlin, NV. This weekend is the Laughlin River Run, which is this big motorcycle rally. There are tons of people on motorcycles everywhere, as you can see from the main subject of the photo, as well as the motorcycle that I accidentally captured in my rear-view mirror. Anyway, we both thought this was pretty cool: a real life mountain man (and a monutain woman, I suppose) on a Harley, with coon-skin helmet and everything. Actually, it looks more like skunk skin. Nevertheless.


We then made our way down to Lake Havasu where I had to photograph some engine damage on a boat. On our way back through Needles, CA, we saw this truck:

If you can't tell, that's a toy dumptruck strapped to the flatbed. I'm sure that the driver did this as a goof, for which I was grateful, it gave us a good laugh. Anyway, overall it was a good day.

STATS FOR THE DAY:

Miles driven: 357

States driven in: 3

Women who only speak Spanish that shook Campbell's hand: 1

Mountain People on Harley Davidsons: 2

Times Colorado River was crossed: 4

Number of ranch dressing packets Campbell wanted to open to dip his chicken tenders and french fries in: 2

Number of ranch dressing packets Campbell actually used: 1/4

Number of posters of scantily clad women in the boat work shop: Not exactly sure, but definitely a few.

Number of posters of scantily clad women in the boat work shop that Campbell actually saw: None, hopefully.

TTFN