Right after I got my new camera, I took these two shell-dump pics during a ride on the FLT, right next to Queen Lucas Lake. Not bad for a waterproof, shockproof jobber, if I do say so.
On the same ride, I think, here's Patty, going through the tunnel, maybe just after the douchebag vandals hit the mural. I could be wrong, feel free to correct me.
|Peekin' the new cam through a gap in fence on the bridge o'er I-90|
Like a lotta people, I've gone to the liquor store to get righteous, heavy-duty moving boxes. Like a lotta people, I've had shit stored in those same boxes for years. Like probably not a lotta people, I just got around to appreciating one of them last winter, one night while I was rack-building. I'm not much of a hard-liquor guy, but I can't help but admire the golden age of advertising.
That should hold you for a while, then.