A rather odd idea was bruited about asking people to take pictures of the centerline of a road and a portion of themselves this May Day. This picture does not qualify as I am not in it.
Putting a portion of myself in the shot at 60 miles per hour created a good deal more wobble but this picture would qualify.
I chose to take the pictures this morning on my way home from work, and as the clock shows in the stationary picture below it was around 6:30am on the Overseas Highway around Mile Marker 26.
Summer clouds are forming over the Florida Keys though rain has yet to fall in any measurable quantity but they did preclude the bright orange sunrise that frequently greets me on my way home from a night of dispatching in Key West. 
I chose to take the picture on the top of the Niles Channel Bridge because this is the high point, literally, of my commute in a county that rises no more than 16 feet above sea level, at least without human intervention. Back at ground level on my home island of Ramrod Key I got another shot of people rushing I'm not sure where at this sleepy hour:
There; it's done and so to bed, to sleep perchance to dream. Before turning around tonight and putting another 50 odd miles on the clock of my well worn Triumph Bonneville.The blog responsible for this act of photography may be found here:
http://garysusatour.blogspot.com/2011/04/abcd-will-you-take-part.html
Putting a portion of myself in the shot at 60 miles per hour created a good deal more wobble but this picture would qualify. 
I chose to take the pictures this morning on my way home from work, and as the clock shows in the stationary picture below it was around 6:30am on the Overseas Highway around Mile Marker 26.Summer clouds are forming over the Florida Keys though rain has yet to fall in any measurable quantity but they did preclude the bright orange sunrise that frequently greets me on my way home from a night of dispatching in Key West. I chose to take the picture on the top of the Niles Channel Bridge because this is the high point, literally, of my commute in a county that rises no more than 16 feet above sea level, at least without human intervention. Back at ground level on my home island of Ramrod Key I got another shot of people rushing I'm not sure where at this sleepy hour:
There; it's done and so to bed, to sleep perchance to dream. Before turning around tonight and putting another 50 odd miles on the clock of my well worn Triumph Bonneville.The blog responsible for this act of photography may be found here: http://garysusatour.blogspot.com/2011/04/abcd-will-you-take-part.html
In the end apparently the pictures weren't worth it as he chose to ignore them entirely!
7 comments:
Nice pre-dawn images. So many miles on the Triumph. How long do you think it will keep going before a major rebuild?
Steve Williams
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I see no signs of it needing anything so far. 100,000? for say electrical, perhaps a new starter? 150,000 for cylinder rebore or valve guides? The more you use these engines the better it is for them!
Empty roads at dawn. The best time to ride (if I were only up this early...)
I rarely see the dawn when I'm not working...
Mr Conchscooter:
about a month ago I saw the dawning on my commute to work. Now sunrise comes too early but I can still imagine what it looks like. Sunsets are no problem-o
bob
Riding the Wet Coast
PS: it scares me when you fiddle with your camera at high speed using one hand to balance.
I thought a picture in motion might express the sense of riding, though I'm not sure the motorcycle even had to be in the picture. I've not heard a peep from the guy who dreamed up this idea so I have even less idea what it was all about.
Conchscooter – I can do nothing except apologize!
I was worried that I might miss someone’s contribution. I just saw your comment on Bobskoot’s blog about me not acknowledging your ABCD picture and I wondered what you meant, so I looked back at your blog and sure enough, there are your pictures. I feel really bad, especially as you took them at 6.30 in the morning. Believe me, I didn’t choose to ignore them, I somehow just missed them.
Grovel. Grovel.
Sorry!
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