My blogging has been lacking due to the internet at the motel I was staying at being off so I will post my blogs retrospectively.
Saturday September 8
I know what you’re thinking. It’s Saturday. Have a lie in. You’ve earned it.
I heard those negative voices. (Yes I hear voices. So what! I’m not crazy! What? Shut up!)
My first story idea that I pitched back on my first day was about to blossom. The bikers that booked out a hotel I was originally going to lodge at, turned out to be a 160 people strong charity ride.
Unfortunately no photographers were available so I would not only have to don the guise of Clark Kent but had to take the role of Peter Parker too.
So with my trusty leather jacket in tow, I made my way to the hotel sans-photographer. The roars and fumes of Harleys permeated the air. It was a beautiful sight to behold.
Now bikers have an image. They’re the boys and girls your mum warned you about. Trouble with a capital T. I know this cause I ride a motorcycle and I’m constantly shunned by parents of young daughters everywhere.
Nothing could be further from the truth. These guys and girls were sweet and willing to give up their day to raise money for a local charity. I was already aware of this but still the saying ‘never judge a book by its cover’ never rang more true.
Knowing my IPhone was better suited to a close up than a wide shot, I took a reasonable photo of the president and treasurer of the motorcycle club sitting astride their motorcycles.
I told them they looked beautiful. “Your a tiger baby, yeah! Let me hear you roar.” What can I say. They needed some encouragement.
All in all I was reasonably pleased with my effort but more importantly the editor was pleased that I went out and followed this story through.
Tomorrow is Sunday and I can assure you my passion for journalism does not extend to working a seven day week. A 6km run and workout is on the agenda followed by some True Blood.
The show, not actual blood as I assume it is illegal. Is it illegal? What if someone gives you permission to drink their blood? I’ll have to ask Ian….