While not as dramatic as some of my past work, this image is my favorite one from the past year. Once again, as in 2007 the chance to make it was afforded to me by Dr. Philippe Reyns. This photo was snapped from the passenger seat of his pre-war SS100 Jaguar as we ambled toward Libby, Montana on the 2008 Going To The Sun Rally.
Merci Philippe!
As I’m considering my plans for 2009 I think I’ll have to skip the GTTSR this year. All of my potential co-drivers have not been able to commit. Perhaps this year instead I’ll grab one (or both) of my boys and just go for a father/son road trip… follow our noses somewhere. I’ve done this before and I think it is time to do it again.
CG, you are quite aware of the high regard I hold your photographic skills in (above is ANOTHER winner, I predict!) and in even higher regard do I hold your commitmant to family, your kids and your Dad, especially.
Therefore, allow me to be so forward to suggest a theme song, should you decide to take a ‘kid drive:’ It’s a rare John Denver recording, and one of the songs my duo is often asked to play. Get the recording (no, it’s not on YouTube; too obscure!)
It will hit you right in your…well, *nose* as to why I *instantly* thought of it, in response to your above post… 🙂
On The Road Again
Back in 1958, we drove an old V-8.
And when it gone a hundred ‘thou, we got out and pushed it a mile.
We didn’t know who we were,
we didn’t know what we did,
we were just on the road.
Heading down from Canada on a gravel road a mile from Montana,
then my Daddy read a sign and took us in the wrong direction.
I asked my Daddy, where are we going? He said we’ll just follow our nose.
So I looked out the window and dreamed I was a cowboy.
We didn’t know who we were,
we didn’t know what we did,
we were just on the road.
Met a girl in a truck cafe, fell in love almost right away,
then the Mercury [Jaguar??]was ready to go, and I had to leave her.
Shooby dooby doo sha doo, shooby dooby doo sha doo, shoo doo.
Go home, said the man in the moon, go home.
Go home, said the man in the moon, go home.
Because it’s getting sort of late, and I’ll soon turn out my light.
Go home, said the man in the moon, go home.
We didn’t know who we were,
we didn’t know what we did,
We were just on the road.
Yer welcome…. 😉