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I wasn't going to do this, but i've had a few requests to post them up, so 'ere they are...
A few more pics from LA 2004.
Disclaimer: The photos are real, but the events related to the commentary may have been slightly altered, hehe, but most of it is fact.
All was going well until we arrived at the wrong airport. "Welcome to San Francisco" was the PA...bugger we're meant to be in LA. I managed to get to the flightdeck to try and find out what went wrong, where i found a familiar bloke in the right hand seat. No wonder we ended up in the wrong place.
Anyway, having finally made it to LAX on a rollercoaster of a Southwest flight, we got to the hotel, where we were greeted by 2 rather tall Dutch gentlemen. Now i'm 6ft, tall, but boy did these 2 make me feel small.
Having got a good night's sleep, it was off to the hill for some hardcore photography.
Dale and Kev look on at the awe of LAX, but for Jurgen, it took a little while to work out where to point his Bigma. Mate, they're behind you...
Later that day, we drove over to the King of burger joints "In N Out Burger". Oh man was it a joy to photo fine planes and eat great burgers at the same time.
Unfortunately, Jurgen's still not worked out where the planes are...in the air mate..whilst Dale laughs off Kev's attempts to explain the beauty of a close up of a Virgin 747.
On the second day we found ourselves whizzing down the Interstate to Longbeach to the Boeing Alteon sim place thingy. Caught in the act were 3 suspicious looking characters attempting to trash an MD11 sim. "What does this lever do?" I have to thank Kev for arranging the trip though, as it would probably be one of the few times in my life where i can go in a sim.
Later that evening we met up with Adam, and the next morning it was back to the hill where we met up with greg. Plenty of synchronised clicking then occurred as bad doulbles aplenty found their way onto various memory cards. The 300D's time had come:
In between planes, food and drink became the priority:
The afternoon saw us return to a familiar location where some of us got on with the job in hand, whilst others spent every other opportunity posing for the camera (just kidding Dale).
After a late morning start, we found ourselves at "Thrifty" hiring a rent-a-wreck to get us out to Mojave.
Me: "I would like to hire a car please"
Thrifty: "Yes sir, we have a nice compact available"
The cheek of the man...c'mon i ain't hiring any old piece of economy compact sh!t, but he didn't bother to find out what i was after. Just because i look a couple of years younger than i am he assumed i wanted the cheapest.
Me: "How about something a little bigger, an executive car maybe"
Thrifty: "I have a Kia executive available" (obviously not wanting to give me the Mitsubishi i could see through the door)
I stopped listening at that point....
Me: "Yes, that'll do, just fuel her up and make sure i have max insurance cover, and what the hell have you just put on my credit card?"
15 minutes later the rent-a-wreck was speeding its way to Mojave (strictly within the speed limits of course).
The heat must of got to us in the desert...some classic 'caught in the moment' photos coming up....
I'll let you make your own comments here:
Adam hasn't worked out where a neck strap goes, whilst Dale still hasn't removed the camera from his face after an intense MHV photo shoot.
Kev obviously couldn't wait for a toilet in this picture:
And here's an alternative view of one of Adam's pictures, complete with out rent-a-wreck in the background:
And finally mini-Dan and Adam take a moment to reflect on what a great day it had been:
We hot footed it back to LA, well we crawled through the rush-hour traffic, avoiding large trucks that attempted to wipe us off the road, and Jurgen even managed to keep it in, although a bottle was rapidly becomming the only solution.
We met with Ralph at the IN N Out, where the infamous lady and her dog made an appearance. I managed to capture her in this shot (by accident). Her head has appeared from Kev's backside. Does that explain the expression on his face?
Ralph pretends not to notice what the crazy brits were up to.
Well folks, that's about all...
James.
A few more pics from LA 2004.
Disclaimer: The photos are real, but the events related to the commentary may have been slightly altered, hehe, but most of it is fact.
All was going well until we arrived at the wrong airport. "Welcome to San Francisco" was the PA...bugger we're meant to be in LA. I managed to get to the flightdeck to try and find out what went wrong, where i found a familiar bloke in the right hand seat. No wonder we ended up in the wrong place.
Anyway, having finally made it to LAX on a rollercoaster of a Southwest flight, we got to the hotel, where we were greeted by 2 rather tall Dutch gentlemen. Now i'm 6ft, tall, but boy did these 2 make me feel small.
Having got a good night's sleep, it was off to the hill for some hardcore photography.
Dale and Kev look on at the awe of LAX, but for Jurgen, it took a little while to work out where to point his Bigma. Mate, they're behind you...
Later that day, we drove over to the King of burger joints "In N Out Burger". Oh man was it a joy to photo fine planes and eat great burgers at the same time.
Unfortunately, Jurgen's still not worked out where the planes are...in the air mate..whilst Dale laughs off Kev's attempts to explain the beauty of a close up of a Virgin 747.
On the second day we found ourselves whizzing down the Interstate to Longbeach to the Boeing Alteon sim place thingy. Caught in the act were 3 suspicious looking characters attempting to trash an MD11 sim. "What does this lever do?" I have to thank Kev for arranging the trip though, as it would probably be one of the few times in my life where i can go in a sim.
Later that evening we met up with Adam, and the next morning it was back to the hill where we met up with greg. Plenty of synchronised clicking then occurred as bad doulbles aplenty found their way onto various memory cards. The 300D's time had come:
In between planes, food and drink became the priority:
The afternoon saw us return to a familiar location where some of us got on with the job in hand, whilst others spent every other opportunity posing for the camera (just kidding Dale).
After a late morning start, we found ourselves at "Thrifty" hiring a rent-a-wreck to get us out to Mojave.
Me: "I would like to hire a car please"
Thrifty: "Yes sir, we have a nice compact available"
The cheek of the man...c'mon i ain't hiring any old piece of economy compact sh!t, but he didn't bother to find out what i was after. Just because i look a couple of years younger than i am he assumed i wanted the cheapest.
Me: "How about something a little bigger, an executive car maybe"
Thrifty: "I have a Kia executive available" (obviously not wanting to give me the Mitsubishi i could see through the door)
I stopped listening at that point....
Me: "Yes, that'll do, just fuel her up and make sure i have max insurance cover, and what the hell have you just put on my credit card?"
15 minutes later the rent-a-wreck was speeding its way to Mojave (strictly within the speed limits of course).
The heat must of got to us in the desert...some classic 'caught in the moment' photos coming up....
I'll let you make your own comments here:
Adam hasn't worked out where a neck strap goes, whilst Dale still hasn't removed the camera from his face after an intense MHV photo shoot.
Kev obviously couldn't wait for a toilet in this picture:
And here's an alternative view of one of Adam's pictures, complete with out rent-a-wreck in the background:
And finally mini-Dan and Adam take a moment to reflect on what a great day it had been:
We hot footed it back to LA, well we crawled through the rush-hour traffic, avoiding large trucks that attempted to wipe us off the road, and Jurgen even managed to keep it in, although a bottle was rapidly becomming the only solution.
We met with Ralph at the IN N Out, where the infamous lady and her dog made an appearance. I managed to capture her in this shot (by accident). Her head has appeared from Kev's backside. Does that explain the expression on his face?
Ralph pretends not to notice what the crazy brits were up to.
Well folks, that's about all...
James.
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