Very nice video. Let me guess. GoPro mounted on the roof rack, right? Looks like the bugs got to it after a while.
That Trump washing his hands line was too funny. Maybe you can do a couple of stand up gigs in Vegas to pay for gas.
The rooftop cam was a Shimano Sport Cam that gave me some trouble on the Albuquerque-Flagstaff leg. It only shot a bit of Tramway as I left the Duke City and then crapped out; I replaced the memory card in Flagstaff and all was OK thereafter.
I started out using an old Garmin VIRB for the interior shots, but the sound was poor, so I switched to a GoPro HERO 3 Black. Both cams picked up a rattle that I suspect was either the usual crap in the console or a loose headrest on the passenger seat. Did my best to minimize it in editing, but my best was not good enough.
Both Garmin and GoPro have some new toys on show here. Maybe I’ll cuddle up to ’em, try to lay hands on some … and get some tips about mounting cams in the car.
PO’G: Your cinematic skills and talents continue only to get better. Nice mini-documentary on Ash Fork too.
What really sparked my attention, though, was the number of bikes hanging from your garage wall. Not to mention the spare rims, parts et al on the other side of the garage. Maybe Interbike should just come to you??
Speaking of Interbike, another bike publication online recently seemed to indicate Sea Otter was supplanting Interbike as the “place to be” for the mountain bike manufacturers. Would love your take on it after you return.
Thanks, Libby. I’ve made the drive a time or two and could probably do it in my sleep. Haven’t stopped off in Ash Fork since we unloaded Dad’s acreage, though. Some prepper has probably dug hisself a nice bunker out there by now.
Geez, I got tired just watching that – damn glad I’m NOT driving out there. Your Ash Fork bit was funny as my recently deceased father bought some land in a gawdforsaken place called Rio Rico, AZ. Probably ranks right up there with your pop’s “investment” in value these days.
I get to Lost Wages tomorrow around mid-day, too early to check into my schmotel so I’ll probably head directly to Interbike.
See ya there!
Rio Rico? As in RICO? Ho, ho. Was your pop as bad with money as mine was? The male O’Gradys are legendary for their financial idiocy, and I am no exception.
I remember seeing the acreage when I was a sprout, probably back when we were still stationed at Randolph AFB, and even then I was glancing around with a critical eye, thinking, “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
Years later, when I read Richard Russo’s “Nobody’s Fool” and took note of Miss Beryl’s observations about her son’s fiscal acumen I remembered Ash Fork and snickered:
“In twenty years,” he was fond of saying, “there’s going to be no such thing as a bad location.”
Miss Beryl did not argue, but neither did she share her son’s optimism. To her way of thinking there would always be bad locations, and unless she was gravely mistaken Clive Jr. would discover this by investing in them.