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Tagged – Distorted Reality
Image by Singing With Light
I do not normally take part in the tagging games on here, but decided to get outside of my comfort Zone and take part this time and take part, not sure why, could be that it didnt stipulate it had to be a self portrait, maybe because its early morning and I am not fully awake yet LOL
So here goes
This is how it goes. List 10 things that your friends may or may not know about you, but that are true. Tag ten people and be sure to let them know they’ve been tagged (a quick message will do). Don’t forget to link back to the person who tagged you. Post a picture in your stream with the 10 facts and list your tagged people 🙂
1. which will explain why I chose this shot, I am a bit of a contradiction, I am very Introvert and quiet when around people I dont know, but when around people I do know and trust I can be a total extrovert
2. Have had the good or bad fortune to travel to over 50 Countries, many of them not places on peoples want to visit lists, which has been quite an experience and make me appreciate how lucky I am with what I have, even though I have got Malaria, TB and a few other exotic illnesses along the way
3. As my name applies I have quite a few tattoo’s 13 at this stage, so thats not new, but the fact that I have on quite a few occasions fallen asleep while being tattooed is something you may not know about me
4. As a kid I was terrible for picking sores, to the stage my mother had to knit me mittens and tie them on me to stop me picking, well I say when I was young I havent really changed and Lulu has threatened many times to knit or get mittens to stop me picking now
5. I like to make a stand and be different especially if forced to do something, such as when I came here to NY and we had to wear Suits and ties, to show my rebellion I would wear unmatched socks and quite shall I say colorful and noticeable ties, I for the most part wear matching socks now, but still like ties that stand out, most of my Ties are from the Jerry Garcia range
6. Some may think I am a terrible speller, funnily enough thats not the case, the problem is a am quite a hyper person and only have two speeds full speed ahead or asleep, and its the same when typing here on flickr, my fingers cannot keep up with my thinking and I make mistakes, and as I skim read when I read through it after I often miss my typos, same thing used to happen when I talked as a youngster, My parents were worried and I was sent to a speech therapist as I used to slur words, seem to lisp and often miss words in sentences, and in the end the doctor said there wasnt anything wrong other than my brain was more active than my tongue and it couldnt keep up.
7. I have quite a collection of Coca cola collectibles, and will never touch Pepsi, even to the point I have driven family nuts but saying no were not going to eat here they dont serve Coca Cola, I used to be real bad drinking it all day, but have cut back considerably, but only ever drink cold drinks, I think I have had about 4 hot drinks in my life and just dont like them
8.I am always on the lookout for the latest gadgets, some even call me inspector gadget, I have so many different gadget watches and things, but have got better and dont buy so many on impulse any more
9. I can be real stubborn and determined about things, for example I was told by my wife and others for ages that I needed glasses, but no I was sure they were wrong, I finally came to the realization that perhaps they were right when My arms just were not long enough for me to hold a paper at arms lenght and be able to read it, and felt a little silly having to put the paper on the floor to be able to look down and read it, so I went and got glasses then and now am lost without them, funny thing is it wasnt about vanity and not wanting to wear glasses as I wore sun glasses all the time, even transition ones that I could wear inside, I just hate going to DR’s Dentists hospitals etc
I have plain tastes pretty much when it comes to food, I dont like hot or spicy food, I would quite happily eat baked beans on toast as the staple part of my diet, I do love a good Roast lamb and if I do say so myself a cook up a great one.
Well thats the 10
and the following I am tagging, Sorry about this
red and orange.
Image by eyewashdesign: A. Golden
About three months ago, my sister discovered this beautiful 1955 Dodge Jobline pick-up truck in a local Charleston newspaper. Knowing how much I’d always dreamed of owning a 1950’s red pick-up, she rang to tell me about the listing and I located it online. We talked about how beautiful it was and of all the things we’d love to do with the truck, but the price was simply too high and over time, we soon forgot about her.
Then, about two weeks ago, our Granny passed away and I found myself back in S.C. for her burial. One day shortly after, with emotions still at an all-time high, my sister and I decided we would go kayaking where our Granny and Grandpa were born and raised. It would’ve been a great trip, except none of the weather forecasters had predicted the severe thunderstorms that ensued and we quickly found ourselves in need of alternative plans. What better to do than shop, right?
With our trip canceled, we found ourselves riding around Mt. Pleasant with a ridiculously large two-person kayak on our roof and "nothing" to do. I mentioned thinking it would be nice to go back and check out this 1960’s “Endless Summer” type canary yellow station wagon we’d passed the day before, so we headed to the garage where it was parked. After perusing a wide array of vintage vehicles, we made out way to the garage and struck up a conversation with the mechanics. We inquired about some of the vintage vehicles and mentioned we’d found a red 1950’s red pick-up a few months back and asked if they’d ever seen one. They mentioned knowing of both a black and a white 1950’s truck, but no red one. As the conversation neared the ½ hour mark, one of the mechanics remembered he’d seen a red 1950’s pick-up parked at a law firm not far from the shop. As soon as he said this I thought (and my sister claims I said out loud), “That’s it!”.
After getting a few other places / people’s names who might know where to find a 1950’s pick-up, we took our chances and headed to see the truck the mechanic had mentioned seeing "a while back". We had nothing to lose by looking. As soon as we saw the vehicle and drove around the back-end, I knew it was the same one my sister had found three months prior. On the driver’s door window hung a sign advertising a slashed price and a phone number. After taking some photos and checking out the vehicle, my sister rang the listed number. We’d both just assumed the truck belonged to a man, so when a woman answered, she was surprised. After speaking for a few minutes, it became clear the voice at the other end was not going to “hand the phone over” (to a man). So, my sister asked, "Are you the owner?", to which the woman replied, "Yes!".
Needless to say, I think we were all a little surprised. The owner – Christine – explained she’d moved to Charleston from NYC to get into the bakery business and had bought the truck to "pick up men" – yes, that’s why she’d gotten it. At this juncture, my sister looked like she’d seen a ghost. There were several reasons for this "ook". One being, she’d been born in NY and two, her sister (that’d be me) currently lives there. Thirdly, she’d been trying to figure out how to transition out of a career in radio and was thinking of starting a baking business! I’m not kidding. When she asked Christine if owning the truck had indeed helped her meet any men, she said it hadn’t, but that the truck had been rented quite a few times for photo shoots and commercials. Gears in our heads quickly began turning. And Christine was so happy that women were calling about the truck because she specifically wanted to sell the truck to a female. She told us to go into the offices and get the keys to go for a spin.
She’d also mentioned the mechanic who’d worked on the truck was close by and told us where to find his garage. After going in and speaking with a lovely woman who had some problem locating the keys, we went back outside to wait. After a few minutes, the keys arrived and the girl mentioned if we could wait, that the mechanic who’d worked on the vehicle would be coming by to pick both she and her Mum in a few minutes. Huh? Why?!? Because the mechanic was her father! When we heard this, it was like a bolt of lightening had struck. How was it possible the mechanic we’d just been told about and whom we were going to go visit would be coming to us? Things were just getting too weird, so, of course, we waited. It seemed kizmit was taking over at this juncture.
It had been a while since I’d driven a standard, though it’s been my main transmission for the majority of my driving years, so I wasn’t too worried. And, my sister had learned how to drive a standard shift on a tractor on someone’s farm, so between the two of us, we thought we’d be okay. Not long after, the mechanic arrived. If seemed the truck hadn’t been started in a while, so he had to jump-start her and we all piled in. He took us to a nearby car park and we drove around back to an empty area. My sister decided to go first and we all had a really good laugh. Next, it was my turn and after the mechanic properly explained the H-gear pattern, I did an so-so job with the ½ ton, no power steering, no power breaks slant V6 badass – though this isn’t to say it wasn’t nerve-racking as hell! Not only was she extremely difficult to maneuver, but somehow driving her made one’s hands completely black and at some point, we’d all touched our faces and had black marks all over ourselves and our clothing. We looked like Al Jolsen in his black-face – except, in reverse!
After returning to the law firm, we said we’d be back in a few days. We spent a day trying to figure out how we could make getting this truck happen and returned to take (what we’d already named) “Big Red” to a few mechanics shops and restoration experts the following day. Before getting out on crowded main roads, we decided to get some more practice driving the truck and so, after some quick cleaning of the windows and interior, we headed back to that nearby car park.
It’s a good thing my sister had learned to drive on a tractor, because on this particular 97degree afternoon, “Big Red” was akin to driving around in a 1/2 ton tractor. Driving Red was roughly the equivalent to taking part in a triathlon in 105 degree temperatures. Because she’s so hard to drive, on one occasion, I had to grab the giant wheel and help my sister make a turn! Yes, it took two of us and we’re both over 5”10, with plenty of muscle. Oh how I was beginning to appreciate power steering!
Jerking in-and-out-of all three gears, my sister finally stalled Big Red for a second time – sending us to a halting stop. Sweating and dirty, she screamed out in frustration, “Oh my God, I can’t do this! We’re crazy! This is never going to work!”. Searching for the inspirational words an older sibling is supposed to have at the ready, I turned my head and spotted this white big rig parked just beside us and nearly fainted. For, it was a Cardinal line truck with no more than two cardinal emblems – one on the cab and one on the trailer – emblazoned upon it.
You see, our Grandfather, who had died when we were very small was a country boy (related to Swamp Fox – yeah!) and his favorite bird was the cardinal. We know anytime one crosses our paths, to pay close attention. Gasping, I directed her attention right toward the “cardinal spotting” and we both nearly lost it. Tears welled up in both our eyes. My sister then took a deep breath and said, “Did you see the pair of cardinals fly past us as we drove back here?”. I hadn’t and said so, but quickly grabbed my camera to capture the rig carrying the cardinal message from our Gran.
While neither said so, in that moment, I think we both knew we’d buy the 1955 Dodge- even before we took her to get checked out. Can’t go against the elders, right? We offered nearly half the original price and Christine accepted. So, if for any reason, you’re in need of a classic 1955 Dodge pick up truck in fire engine red, you know who to contact!
Photographer: A. Golden, eyewash design – Charleston, S.C., July, 2008
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