Taking pictures is dangerous … Who Knew?
“Watch that 4’ foot drop”, I said to myself, as I snapped pictures of the ‘47 Chief and the ‘60 Pan. So you can imagine my surprise 20 minutes later when I stepped back and fell backwards to the concrete 4’ feet below. I heard my husband yell my name, (with a few adjectives #@*), then I heard him yell, “the camera’s name with a few adjectives #@*#.
Luckily the water in the canal had a carpet of green growth on the surface and I could tell where the camera (with all of our bike week pictures) went under. The camera was no longer visible but I was able to grab the neck strap as it sank and although the camera is toast, we were able to save the memory card of photos.
Comments went something like this:
Biker #1: “Are you OK?!”
Biker #2: “Nice save on the camera”
Man you didn’t make a peep, if I had fallen from there I’d be screaming like a little girl, you never made a sound. You OK?”
Husband …. “If you are going to be clumsy, you’ve got to be tuff.”
So a sore back and shoulder, one broken tooth, a puncture in the knee, road-rashed knee and feet and 10 1/2 hours riding in a one ton Dodge Doolie later, I’m back in Virginia. I’ve always heard motorcycles are dangerous, but I thought you had to be riding one to get hurt! Hope you enjoyed the photos of the Chief and the Pan.
Yours Truly,
Lea Ellen