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V-twin goodness!

Actually having a new person involved that, get this...., is nice to be around! I myself paid dearly for a divorce, as I'm sure many others have- but at the end of the day- it was a good trade off.

If you haven't found it by now, there's no hope for you. NONE!

Happy Late Birthday. And sometimes out of a failed marriage comes the best of gifts... Congratulations to you all as well!

I'm in for 1 or 2 maybe...

See if you can read without laughing til you cry. I could not. I went grocery shopping recently while not being altogether sure that said course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'You're definitely going to mess yourself' chili. Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off. Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement 2'. Despite habanera peppers swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I appeared to be unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my next door neighbors as thunder and lightning. Knowing that a time of reckoning had to come, yet not sure of when, I bravely set off for the market; a local Wal-Mart grocery store that I often haunt in search of tasty tidbits. Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the pain hit me. Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh oh, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time The thing is, this pain was different. The habaneras in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The peppers fired a warning shot. There I stood, alone in the spice and baking aisle, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an elderly woman turned into it. I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what her reaction would be to the malodorous effluvium that refused to dissipate, as she walked into it unsuspecting. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor woman but didn't. I simply watched as she walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do be fore gathering her senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving her arms about her head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. Mistake. Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down,' if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun. Suddenly things were no longer funny. IT was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand mal assplosion took place. Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my butt is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, ' Oh my God!', then quickly left. Once finished I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.' That of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return. Home again without having shopped, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Albertson's. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. They claim they're going to have to repaint the store.

That was THE track I wanted to go to this season. I will even drag my brother, kicking and screaming if I have to.

But we all know who gets to ride sheep...

What's the AF deal? My work computer got firewalled and AF1 can't come up anymore...

Bride of Frankenstein. No joke... Lol!

The funny thing is the second woman actually looks a bit better after being strung out for eight months.... I've got an article to write for Glamour magazine....

Meth always makes me laugh!!! http://www.ktla.com/news/landing/wghp-pg-faces-of-meth,0,938349.photogallery This killed a good 10 minutes of my time at work. Enjoy!

Great shots! Funny how we just created the Cleveland Superstore, and walked from it within the span of a year or so... The changing economics affects us all. I know there is growth ambition again though, just more limited in scope...

Cabbage Cases in Grandview has all the foam you could need too. They custom cut them for my camera cases.

Depth of field is not hard to control, even on kit lenses. Wide open will always be shallow. Always. Closed down will always have the greatest. Always. The difference in DoF between f2.8 and f4 isn't monumental. In good light, it would barely be perceptable. I shoot high end weddings, and have done so since 1992, working with medium format film (Hasselblad) and did large format (Sinar) commercial work. I closed my business two years ago, as my expertise wasn't what the market demanded anymore. Hate to say it, but I'm a dinosaur. But I'm shooting weddings now for another Pro (Kimberly Potterf) who's a photoshop genius. Who knows, maybe I decide to push it again. Part of being an artist is burning out. Lol! I haven't really taken to track photography. I took my gear to a track day, and couldn't be bothered to get it out. Way more interesting things happening. Like me riding! Likwid- your work was missing the key thing. Focus where the subject is. No amount of sharpening the edges will help. Pre-judge where the action will be. Set your focusing point there. It will not be the middle, judging by your shots your friend set up. That's perfect, just make sure focus corresponds with the subject. The stills. You understand composition, which is good. The use of selective focus too. You have a good starting point. Action is much different though. Take your camera out and practice with a moving subject. A hint. You can't pan with a subject coming at you. Switch your vantage point. As for questions regarding legalities of where, or who, one is shooting, www.asmp.org can answer it all. Good references for Ohioans are the PPO, and in Columbus, the PPCO. And now Gixxie. You set the ISO off your menu button. Scroll down the left side until you get to the green camera. From there, arrow to the right and scroll down until you get to the ISO sensitivity settings. It can be changed to any ISO, or "film speed" from 200 to 3200, with stops both lower and higher too. The higher the ISO, the less light is needed- or the faster the shutter speed can be too. 400 should be fine for a nice track day. Try using the S setting then, or shutter priority. If you want to freeze action, set it at 1/1000. To pan, get a point from the side, and set the shutter speed to around 1/40. Just use those as starting points. I taught photography for two years too, and now manage a Cord. If anyone needs help, don't be affraid to ask.

Only three variables to really master. Set the baseline ISO, and then it's two. Shutter speed and aperture. Nothing else... I can help out too. I'm sure I'll catch you all out at the track.

Hahaha! Niiice!

I love the comment about it saying it's a slim and sleek new pad, but can a woman swim with it?

And usually, it's two abreast, with others behind to get the benefit of less wind resistance. Not three or four. Sort of like Harley riders, only less ghey. The roads are common property, and can be shared by different types of vehicles. Just keep the damn Harley parade out of the way when I'm passing. On a bicycle.

Case closed. Hooray for spandex! Lol!

I ride my old team's colours still, and it is lycra. And when racing, my legs are smoother than my girlfriend's. And I've pulled a guy from a car at a light for throwing things at me. And I like techno at times too... Respect. I have no problem helping others learn the true implications of the word. Lol! I have no use for 15 miles of trail. Many like me ride hundreds to thousands of miles a season.

First titty hard on in weeks... Thanks!!!