I can't tell you how much fun this was to do.
Even if it was a bazillion degrees on Sunday and I was so sore on Monday I could hardly walk.
Dad and Scott have been friends forever. Or at least since they were in High School.
Scott is also my Godfather. I'm not sure how long it's been - but it has been years since they have had both of their first cars out and running at the same time. Dad has had his Chevelle for 35 years and Scott for 33. I thought this called for a photoshoot and they thought it called for some smokey burnouts.
We headed out of town and I wanted to get in front of them so I could get a picture of them coming down the road together. I wasn't really prepared for what was coming. Neither was my camera.
But I got it! Wheels off the ground!
But ouch, that hurt.
I knew it was trouble when they pulled over.
And Dad got out to talk to Scott.
Makes me wonder -
Is this what they did in High School?
They might have smoked me out and threw a few rocks but I survived