It’s true that life can be trying. It can be hard and it can definitely be cruel. But on the other hand, life is not without its sense of humor. Those off-the-wall acts that life throws us that are randomly funny. I have two random stories that happened in the last week.
Last weekend I shot some pictures of the motocross race at Pala Raceway. I’ve been shooting motocross pictures for a couple of years now, so I’m used to being peppered with loose dirt and the occasional small clumped mud pucks. When you’re up close and personal with the riders and their machines, a little dirt throwing is to be expected.
So I’m shooting pictures of Ryan Dungey in a straight away with a small jump that riders launch over. Ryan’s now on his sixth lap and I’m preparing to take another shot just as he passes me. Unfortunately as he passed me his rear tire dislodged a one pound rock from the track surface and the momentum of the bike combined the centrifugal force of the tire, hurled the rock right towards my right boob. The impact of the rock hitting my boob made me take a step back. Yeah it stung just a weeeeeeeeeee bit. Luckily the rock missed my camera lens. Sadly I’d rather a rock hit my boob than take out my precious camera lens. When the race was over I made my way to one of the race rigs and took a quick peak at the injured boob. A medium sized welt and a blueish mark where the rock hit. Not too bad… However the next morning the bruising had time to set in. There was a deep black circle mark about two inches wide followed by angry red and purple flares that extended out from the impact mark. YUMMY! Its day five now and thankfully what was purple is now a greenish yellow and what was black is now purple-ish red. So thanks Ryan for the rock hickie. I should have gotten it autographed.
The second random story just happened yesterday on my way home from work. The weather in southern California has been wonderful lately. Hovering in the low 80s during the day and dropping to the 60s at night. So while on my way home from work I usually open my sunroof to let in the fresh air. The route from my office to the freeway takes me past an Exxon station. This Exxon station is the home roost for what must be thousands of pigeons. If they aren’t on the roof of the station they’re on the power lines just above the station. I’m stopped at a red light and just as the light turns green the pigeons take off from the roof of the station. They’re making slow circles over the road in one huge flock. Life has timed it perfectly that when I accelerate at the green light my car is in the direct poop path of one of the pigeons. The poop drops right through the sunroof and splats on my elbow and arm which are resting on the armrest. Thankfully I have hundreds of napkins in my glovebox and quickly clean up the mess. Gross to say the least but also funny that a perfectly timed release of pigeon poop matched the speed and velocity of my vehicle to hit me perfectly on the elbow.
So when life seems hard, just think it could always be worse. Life could literally shit on you.
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