Today I had the opportunity to work with one of America's favorite comedians, Jeff Foxworthy. He was doing interviews via satellite uplink promoting his new childrens book, Silly Street. Right away I saw that Jeff is exactly what you see on stage. He is a good ol' southern boy who likes to joke around, tell stories and just have a good time. One thing that made me quite proud was that he actually laughed at a few of my jokes and stories. That's how much I like to Ramble On...I'm in the studio with one of the best story tellers in the country and I'm telling him my redneck stories. When he asked me where I was from and I told him North Carolina, the first words out of his mouth were about how much better the barbeque is there than anywhere else. Of course, I had to agree. We also talked about our Nascar experiences...which or course lead to even more redneck stories from both of us. I think what makes Jeff so good at what he does, is that he listens and asks questions. That's what makes his observational comedy so good...all he has to do is watch and listen and all of his jokes will just happen. What could be very cool is if sometime in the future something I mentioned today makes it into his routime...... What...it could happen.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I'm a Redneck...No I'm a Redneck
Today I had the opportunity to work with one of America's favorite comedians, Jeff Foxworthy. He was doing interviews via satellite uplink promoting his new childrens book, Silly Street. Right away I saw that Jeff is exactly what you see on stage. He is a good ol' southern boy who likes to joke around, tell stories and just have a good time. One thing that made me quite proud was that he actually laughed at a few of my jokes and stories. That's how much I like to Ramble On...I'm in the studio with one of the best story tellers in the country and I'm telling him my redneck stories. When he asked me where I was from and I told him North Carolina, the first words out of his mouth were about how much better the barbeque is there than anywhere else. Of course, I had to agree. We also talked about our Nascar experiences...which or course lead to even more redneck stories from both of us. I think what makes Jeff so good at what he does, is that he listens and asks questions. That's what makes his observational comedy so good...all he has to do is watch and listen and all of his jokes will just happen. What could be very cool is if sometime in the future something I mentioned today makes it into his routime...... What...it could happen.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Motorcycles can fall down
Did you know that motorcycles, because they have only two wheels, don't just stand up on their own? Well, it's true! And I have pictures to prove it.
A while back, my best friend Jimmy and I traveled to Townsend, TN to ride our bikes around in the Smoky Mountains. If you haven't visited Townsend, it ain't much of a going thing, which makes it a perfect place to visit the Smokies without having to deal with the crowds that can sometimes impede on your peaceful mountain vacation. Anyway, one morning while we're drying our bikes from the morning dew, a cleaning lady asked us where we are going that day. We actually had no idea. Other bikers will know that feeling, we may not know where we're going, but we know we're going to ride our bikes to get there. After telling the nice cleaning lady of our lack of destination, she mentioned that The Tail of the Dragon was just over the mountain and lots of bikers go there when visiting the Smokies. Well, Jimmy and I both perked up at this bit of information. We both had heard of the Dragon, but neither of us had been there. Let me fill you in on what the Dragon is. It is a road on the NC/TN border that is eleven miles long and has 316 curves. People come from all over the country and even the world, just to ride this road. And it's not just bikers, but sports car enthusiasts also. So...now we have a destination.
Now riding anywhere in this region of the country is a biker's delight. It took about an hour and half of riding beautiful mountain roads to reach the intersection that leads to the Dragon. After making a left turn, we are riding along the shores of a mountain lake and up ahead we see the road disappear into the woods. But, there is sight I will never forget. In a roadside pull off just before entering the woods, an ambulance with a couple of EMTs standing beside it was parked as if waiting for something to happen. Just like that ambulance you see sitting on the sidelines of every football game you've ever attended...it was waiting for someone to need a "ride." That should have been a warning to me.
Now, I had only had this bike for a few months at the time and was still learning how it handled. Up until that point I was feeling good. But after entering the Dragon under the canopy of the forest...things changed a bit. At first it was a great ride, lots of fun curves and great scenery. But slowly the traffic level began to pick up. After a while the first sport bike came right up my butt, insisting that I was in his way. Shortly after I let him pass...here comes a couple more. Then as I round a corner a couple of sports cars came sliding around the corner in the opposite lane. Now!, I'm beginning to pucker, if you know what I mean. You see, sports bikes and cars come here to test their skills and see how fast they can take the 316 curves. I'm on a touring bike...I just want to cruise through the mountains and have a good ride.
Now, one of the biggest mistakes we made was taking this road on a Saturday afternoon. It seemed that every bike and sports car driver had decided to take on the Dragon that day. And that wasn't the only kind of traffic either. There was a bus, yes a big white bus that couldn't even make it around a corner without leaving his lane. And one guy in a BMW decided I was in his way. This guy was so far up my butt, that by watching him in my rear view mirror I could recognize him on the street if I saw him. This, Jimmy said, was one of my other mistakes. What was I doing paying so much attention to the guy behind me...the road in front of me was challenge enough. Yeah well, hind sight(pun intended) is great. So this guy is up my butt, but I'm still just going my speed, trying not to let him rush me. As I go around a curve that I think is a forty five degree turn...to my surprise it's a hairpin curve and I ain't gonna make it. Okay...I have three choices. I can lay it down in the road...remember the BMW behind me? Or I can go down the side of the mountain or I can brake just until I get off the pavement and then lay it down. Which one would you choose?
Do you remember the BMW up my butt? How many times have you seen a accident and the cars trailing the accident just keep on going? Well, notice this hole never even hit his brakes. If you look up a head in the next curve you can see that he is just trying to catch his buddies....I'm finally out of his way.
Speaking of my butt....that night it was damn sore after bouncing along the side of the road.
Can you believe that the only damage to the bike was to the crash bar...which is why bikes have crash bars in the first place. I had a couple of cracked ribs and body bruises, but other than that...a few guys on the side of the road helped me up and then helped me get my bike up and I continued on down the road. Well, at least for a little while. Jimmy was riding in front of me and he didn't even know that I had gone down. At the next pull over I could find I pulled in just to get my breath back. While I was collecting myself, Jimmy had realized that I was no longer behind him. He found me sitting on my bike and when I told him what had happened he didn't believe me until I pointed out my bent crash bar. At the end of the road is Deal's Gap, a little shop with biker gear, souvenirs, refreshments, motel rooms and...The Tree of Shame. The Tree of Shame has many motorcycle parts hanging from it's branches left over from the many "accidents" that happen along the Dragon.
I did slay the Dragon, but it did put up a fight. And no...I left none of my bike's parts hanging from the Tree of Shame.
So see...motorcycles can fall down...unless you pay attention.
Ramble On...
A while back, my best friend Jimmy and I traveled to Townsend, TN to ride our bikes around in the Smoky Mountains. If you haven't visited Townsend, it ain't much of a going thing, which makes it a perfect place to visit the Smokies without having to deal with the crowds that can sometimes impede on your peaceful mountain vacation. Anyway, one morning while we're drying our bikes from the morning dew, a cleaning lady asked us where we are going that day. We actually had no idea. Other bikers will know that feeling, we may not know where we're going, but we know we're going to ride our bikes to get there. After telling the nice cleaning lady of our lack of destination, she mentioned that The Tail of the Dragon was just over the mountain and lots of bikers go there when visiting the Smokies. Well, Jimmy and I both perked up at this bit of information. We both had heard of the Dragon, but neither of us had been there. Let me fill you in on what the Dragon is. It is a road on the NC/TN border that is eleven miles long and has 316 curves. People come from all over the country and even the world, just to ride this road. And it's not just bikers, but sports car enthusiasts also. So...now we have a destination.
Now riding anywhere in this region of the country is a biker's delight. It took about an hour and half of riding beautiful mountain roads to reach the intersection that leads to the Dragon. After making a left turn, we are riding along the shores of a mountain lake and up ahead we see the road disappear into the woods. But, there is sight I will never forget. In a roadside pull off just before entering the woods, an ambulance with a couple of EMTs standing beside it was parked as if waiting for something to happen. Just like that ambulance you see sitting on the sidelines of every football game you've ever attended...it was waiting for someone to need a "ride." That should have been a warning to me.
Now, I had only had this bike for a few months at the time and was still learning how it handled. Up until that point I was feeling good. But after entering the Dragon under the canopy of the forest...things changed a bit. At first it was a great ride, lots of fun curves and great scenery. But slowly the traffic level began to pick up. After a while the first sport bike came right up my butt, insisting that I was in his way. Shortly after I let him pass...here comes a couple more. Then as I round a corner a couple of sports cars came sliding around the corner in the opposite lane. Now!, I'm beginning to pucker, if you know what I mean. You see, sports bikes and cars come here to test their skills and see how fast they can take the 316 curves. I'm on a touring bike...I just want to cruise through the mountains and have a good ride.
Now, one of the biggest mistakes we made was taking this road on a Saturday afternoon. It seemed that every bike and sports car driver had decided to take on the Dragon that day. And that wasn't the only kind of traffic either. There was a bus, yes a big white bus that couldn't even make it around a corner without leaving his lane. And one guy in a BMW decided I was in his way. This guy was so far up my butt, that by watching him in my rear view mirror I could recognize him on the street if I saw him. This, Jimmy said, was one of my other mistakes. What was I doing paying so much attention to the guy behind me...the road in front of me was challenge enough. Yeah well, hind sight(pun intended) is great. So this guy is up my butt, but I'm still just going my speed, trying not to let him rush me. As I go around a curve that I think is a forty five degree turn...to my surprise it's a hairpin curve and I ain't gonna make it. Okay...I have three choices. I can lay it down in the road...remember the BMW behind me? Or I can go down the side of the mountain or I can brake just until I get off the pavement and then lay it down. Which one would you choose?
Do you remember the BMW up my butt? How many times have you seen a accident and the cars trailing the accident just keep on going? Well, notice this hole never even hit his brakes. If you look up a head in the next curve you can see that he is just trying to catch his buddies....I'm finally out of his way.
Speaking of my butt....that night it was damn sore after bouncing along the side of the road.
Can you believe that the only damage to the bike was to the crash bar...which is why bikes have crash bars in the first place. I had a couple of cracked ribs and body bruises, but other than that...a few guys on the side of the road helped me up and then helped me get my bike up and I continued on down the road. Well, at least for a little while. Jimmy was riding in front of me and he didn't even know that I had gone down. At the next pull over I could find I pulled in just to get my breath back. While I was collecting myself, Jimmy had realized that I was no longer behind him. He found me sitting on my bike and when I told him what had happened he didn't believe me until I pointed out my bent crash bar. At the end of the road is Deal's Gap, a little shop with biker gear, souvenirs, refreshments, motel rooms and...The Tree of Shame. The Tree of Shame has many motorcycle parts hanging from it's branches left over from the many "accidents" that happen along the Dragon.
I did slay the Dragon, but it did put up a fight. And no...I left none of my bike's parts hanging from the Tree of Shame.
So see...motorcycles can fall down...unless you pay attention.
Ramble On...
The First Ramble
So now I'm a blogger. Okay...I don't know why, but I guess it doesn't really matter. It's not like I have anything to say that is important enough to put down...but I've read plenty of blogs that say nothing...so once again, I'm not the first. I'm not going to start by giving a life story or any BS like that...if you're reading this you probably already know me better than you need too. Let's just say that I've been around for a while, I travel a lot for work and pleasure and I love my dog Lakota and my Road King. That should do for now. Hopefully over time, you'll meet some of my friends and through my postings see what I do for a living.
So I'll just begin with yesterday's snow in Atlanta...that's right snow in Atlanta.
I began with the same attitude toward actually seeing snow on the ground that anyone who's lived here for any length of time would have toward that possibility...
Okay...I'm sure you sense my optimistic attitude toward actually seeing snow anywhere except falling from the sky...but within just a few hours....
Even Lakota seems confused. I know, all my friends in the NC mountains and further north are smiling at the amount of snow...but I think it is relative when you realize that the ATL never gets snow. I think this is the first real accumulation I've seen here since 1993. So, if you love snow like I do, you can understand why it could be kinda fun to get out in it and imagine, although just briefly, that I am back in the NC mountains walking the Blue Ridge Parkway with my dog in the snow. Yeah...okay...it was very brief. So in true ATL style...
That's right...it's melting away and by the end of the day there will be little evidence that even a single flake fell from the sky. That's snow in Atlanta.
So what's next? Well, not to beat a dead horse, but this is Atlanta. So now it's time for warm weather and making plans for riding the bike...anywhere. Right now I have plans to ride this weekend to Boone, NC to see my best friend Jimmy...but there is a new reason to go this time. I joined facebook at the end of 2008 and since joining have found some very good friends from my college days in Boone and Banner Elk. And some of them are meeting up there this coming weekend for a kinda reunion. I haven't seen any of them for almost 25 years, so I'm really hoping to make it up there to see them. There are plans to visit one of our favorite party spots, Elk Falls. We used to go there after classes to drink our favorite beverages, well not really our favorite, really which ever one was the cheapest at the time...we were broke college kids afterall. Anyway, we would all go there to party and some of us would do the young and stupid thing and jump from the top of the falls...
So...hopefully....weather permitting I'll be riding to the NC mountains and try to relive my youth with some really good friends. If not...I have to ride somewhere....it's my birthday weekend.
So for now, that's all I have. My first blog is done...hopefully it will get better with time. In the furure I'll be writing about trips, shoots and other BS. To my friends I say hello and I hope to see you on here soon. I would also like to say thanks to Frenchy for the inspiration.
Ramble On Folks
So I'll just begin with yesterday's snow in Atlanta...that's right snow in Atlanta.
I began with the same attitude toward actually seeing snow on the ground that anyone who's lived here for any length of time would have toward that possibility...
Okay...I'm sure you sense my optimistic attitude toward actually seeing snow anywhere except falling from the sky...but within just a few hours....
Even Lakota seems confused. I know, all my friends in the NC mountains and further north are smiling at the amount of snow...but I think it is relative when you realize that the ATL never gets snow. I think this is the first real accumulation I've seen here since 1993. So, if you love snow like I do, you can understand why it could be kinda fun to get out in it and imagine, although just briefly, that I am back in the NC mountains walking the Blue Ridge Parkway with my dog in the snow. Yeah...okay...it was very brief. So in true ATL style...
That's right...it's melting away and by the end of the day there will be little evidence that even a single flake fell from the sky. That's snow in Atlanta.
So what's next? Well, not to beat a dead horse, but this is Atlanta. So now it's time for warm weather and making plans for riding the bike...anywhere. Right now I have plans to ride this weekend to Boone, NC to see my best friend Jimmy...but there is a new reason to go this time. I joined facebook at the end of 2008 and since joining have found some very good friends from my college days in Boone and Banner Elk. And some of them are meeting up there this coming weekend for a kinda reunion. I haven't seen any of them for almost 25 years, so I'm really hoping to make it up there to see them. There are plans to visit one of our favorite party spots, Elk Falls. We used to go there after classes to drink our favorite beverages, well not really our favorite, really which ever one was the cheapest at the time...we were broke college kids afterall. Anyway, we would all go there to party and some of us would do the young and stupid thing and jump from the top of the falls...
So...hopefully....weather permitting I'll be riding to the NC mountains and try to relive my youth with some really good friends. If not...I have to ride somewhere....it's my birthday weekend.
So for now, that's all I have. My first blog is done...hopefully it will get better with time. In the furure I'll be writing about trips, shoots and other BS. To my friends I say hello and I hope to see you on here soon. I would also like to say thanks to Frenchy for the inspiration.
Ramble On Folks
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