01-27-2017, 03:02 PM
So my friend Lyndell called me up and wanted to see if I would go with him to Vegas for a motorcycle auction. Lyndell currently does painting of pre-1920 motorcycles of all shapes and sizes. This auction was going to have lot of these bikes. After some hesitation, I am working on something at the moment, I agreed to go with him. The plan was to drive up Wednesday and come back Thursday. For some reason, Lyndell thought it might be an imposition to ask me to take photographs. I reminded him it's what I do.
The auction was held at the Rio Hotel, which I have never been in but see all the time for the Penn and Teller 'Fool Us' show. I'm thinking the Rio is getting a little old.
What was odd about this auction was that there were two other motorcycle auctions going on in Vegas at the same time. The other two were down the Freeway at the South Point Hotel, which is where I stayed when I came through on the my Documentary journey
Okay, there were a lot of motorcycles. And Lyndell knows a lot about them. A lot. A really lot. More than I would ever care to know. The details on the bikes that he would obsess about were amazing. I did a lot of blank brain head nodding when he discuss some minutia. I kind of envied him his fascination and deep dive into knowledge on this subject.
My big fear was not realized. Tthey allowed me to take a tripod into the viewing room and photograph to my hearts content. I had a list of about 40 motorcycles to shoot with names like Nimbus, Vincent, Excelsior, and of course Harley Davidson. There was one bike on display that there are only seven others like it in the world. As an exercise in photography it was enjoyable, but at the end of the day, they were just motorcycles.
I did however see the school dean from Ferris Bueller's Day Off Jeffrey Jones walking amidst the hardware. But that was it for star power.
I kept horrifying people by telling them my friend was going to paint these motorcycles. It took some explanation to show them he was going to be making paintings not ruining the antiques.
My diet died a hard death at the restaurants. I've realized gambling doesn't hold the fascination for me it once did. I sat at a poker slot machine and all I felt was foolish as I gave it my $20.
The auction was held at the Rio Hotel, which I have never been in but see all the time for the Penn and Teller 'Fool Us' show. I'm thinking the Rio is getting a little old.
What was odd about this auction was that there were two other motorcycle auctions going on in Vegas at the same time. The other two were down the Freeway at the South Point Hotel, which is where I stayed when I came through on the my Documentary journey
Okay, there were a lot of motorcycles. And Lyndell knows a lot about them. A lot. A really lot. More than I would ever care to know. The details on the bikes that he would obsess about were amazing. I did a lot of blank brain head nodding when he discuss some minutia. I kind of envied him his fascination and deep dive into knowledge on this subject.
My big fear was not realized. Tthey allowed me to take a tripod into the viewing room and photograph to my hearts content. I had a list of about 40 motorcycles to shoot with names like Nimbus, Vincent, Excelsior, and of course Harley Davidson. There was one bike on display that there are only seven others like it in the world. As an exercise in photography it was enjoyable, but at the end of the day, they were just motorcycles.
I did however see the school dean from Ferris Bueller's Day Off Jeffrey Jones walking amidst the hardware. But that was it for star power.
I kept horrifying people by telling them my friend was going to paint these motorcycles. It took some explanation to show them he was going to be making paintings not ruining the antiques.
My diet died a hard death at the restaurants. I've realized gambling doesn't hold the fascination for me it once did. I sat at a poker slot machine and all I felt was foolish as I gave it my $20.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm