Photo credit: Laura.

The lovely couple hosted an engagement party. Excellent food, excellent company. Lots of people doing their best to look goofy for the camera (on account of the copious giggle-water).

Potato and The General caused some shenanigans, and the out-of-context quote of the weekend goes to Bret: 'Courtney, are you going to take this bear back?'

I wanted to submit something unique and challenging to the fair photo competition. Motorcycles at night is a good start.


A couple of stills from the videos.






The size and frame rate compression doesn't do much for the videos. Just imagine full res and smooth framerate.

Afterthoughts:

• Film totally outperforms digital here.
• There's a very slim margin between having a visible flash on the subject and being so close there is massive blur.
• A dark background would make for a much clearer image of the subject.
• Head/tail/signal lights should be blacked out.
• Try for an anterior or posterior camera setup.
• Surround the led puck (for focusing) with an oil moat full of crocodiles to all but extinguish the subject's temptation.

Another nasty, windy day. Nothin' doin'.

Source.

• Tomorrow is Sun God. Hmm.
• My colleague apparently has a Ralph Wiggum quote generator.

Done.

Rotors are here, the Cel can finally go back together. Side by side...



Old: Raybestos STS rotors.
New: Nopi silver cadmium-plated rotors.



Old: Raybestos STS pads.
New: Brembos.



Old: Modern Sniper 15's.
New: Motegi DV5 17's.



Old: Toyo touring tires.
New: Kumho Ecstas.

17" Motegis.

What do you buy for the spoiled little brother who gets everything? Road rash, of course. So I put together a dirt biking excursion to Corral Canyon. We rented a CRF230, TRX250, and XR400 from Califorina Motorsport. They were pretty good to rent from.

The timing and location was great:

• The weather was clear and cool.
• It wasn't too far from San Diego proper.
• There was a good variety of roads, trails, and jumps.
• It wasn't crowded at all, which was especially good considering the low-visibility corners.

The atv turned out to be the most popular, indeed it drifted like a champ. It did, however, have a propensity for rolling as Connie and Ray discovered. The 230 enjoyed almost as much demand and claimed the epidermi of Ty and Ted. The 400 was only mounted by bold and bucked Erik as, mid-jump, he received a fateful call from Matthew (see video).

And I think a record was set for the longest string of coherent 'that's what she said's when we loaded the vehicles back on the trailer.

And I thought studio photography was tricky. Pretty much everything has to be in perfect concert for these night shots to work out. This time I had the right equipment and personnel. But alas 20kt winds kicked up and destroyed the early evening surf. We postponed a few hours and though it was better, the break was still trashy.

The water was warm and the lighting setup made focusing easy. But there just weren't any good opportunities to snag good shots. The only other slight complication was not adequately communicating to the flasher which side the slave sensor was on - but that was moot.


It's pretty clear from the shots: plenty of light and no focus issues. But nothing more than ugly whitewater.

It was however strange to get back from a surf session at 1 am.

The drive shafts came out with the aid of a prying bar.



It looked like someone had dooked in my cv joints, but I'm pretty sure that's not actually the case.



I picked up a couple reman shafts from Kragen. They looked to match up perfectly save four a couple missing dust shields. The investigation continues.



And while the spindles are out, why not replace the bearings? Well there are a couple reasons but I decided to anyway.
They require a few special tools and a lot of hassle so I defaulted to outsourcing. Firestone nearby wouldn't do 'em without the rest of the car, which would present a logistical difficulty. Pepboys all the way down in Clairemont replaced them for $35/side.

Now I'm waiting on rims and tires, pads and rotors.

This adventure brought to you by the letter E and the number 10.