Bad boy playing in the traffic
Series: Bad Boy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrB7jN7rOkY&feature=related
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Sometimes I need to move beyond the edge, well a lot of times really, step over the proverbial Red Line. Bad Boy comes out in me, he's always there, lurking somewhere within. Perhaps so long living on the edge, well over the edge, has created this need in me to cross, cross that Red Line, to push the boundaries. This particular stretch of the N1 Freeway approaching the centre city is a racetrack on Saturday and Sunday mornings. Added to that there is major construction as they upgrade the interchange and construct new lanes in the build up to World Cup 2010. I parked on the very edge of the narrow yellow line and stood to the left of my car, using a wide angle lens to capture the oncoming traffic standing inside the traffic lane itself. When they saw me, that did what they do best, foot on the accelerator, hunt down the photographer, hell, the only thing better to kill than a photographer is to kill a road cyclist, and I'm that too. Which is a more scary experience, well I have to say road cycling, by far, and we actually do ride here, for just a short stretch until we can get off the freeway. It's a nightmare, believe me. Well Bad Boy had to chance his arm, and he will again, I'm certain of that, and quite soon too!
Series: Bad Boy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrB7jN7rOkY&feature=related
Best viewed in X2
Sometimes I need to move beyond the edge, well a lot of times really, step over the proverbial Red Line. Bad Boy comes out in me, he's always there, lurking somewhere within. Perhaps so long living on the edge, well over the edge, has created this need in me to cross, cross that Red Line, to push the boundaries. This particular stretch of the N1 Freeway approaching the centre city is a racetrack on Saturday and Sunday mornings. Added to that there is major construction as they upgrade the interchange and construct new lanes in the build up to World Cup 2010. I parked on the very edge of the narrow yellow line and stood to the left of my car, using a wide angle lens to capture the oncoming traffic standing inside the traffic lane itself. When they saw me, that did what they do best, foot on the accelerator, hunt down the photographer, hell, the only thing better to kill than a photographer is to kill a road cyclist, and I'm that too. Which is a more scary experience, well I have to say road cycling, by far, and we actually do ride here, for just a short stretch until we can get off the freeway. It's a nightmare, believe me. Well Bad Boy had to chance his arm, and he will again, I'm certain of that, and quite soon too!
Bad boy playing in the traffic
Series: Bad Boy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrB7jN7rOkY&feature=related
Best viewed in X2
Sometimes I need to move beyond the edge, well a lot of times really, step over the proverbial Red Line. Bad Boy comes out in me, he's always there, lurking somewhere within. Perhaps so long living on the edge, well over the edge, has created this need in me to cross, cross that Red Line, to push the boundaries. This particular stretch of the N1 Freeway approaching the centre city is a racetrack on Saturday and Sunday mornings. Added to that there is major construction as they upgrade the interchange and construct new lanes in the build up to World Cup 2010. I parked on the very edge of the narrow yellow line and stood to the left of my car, using a wide angle lens to capture the oncoming traffic standing inside the traffic lane itself. When they saw me, that did what they do best, foot on the accelerator, hunt down the photographer, hell, the only thing better to kill than a photographer is to kill a road cyclist, and I'm that too. Which is a more scary experience, well I have to say road cycling, by far, and we actually do ride here, for just a short stretch until we can get off the freeway. It's a nightmare, believe me. Well Bad Boy had to chance his arm, and he will again, I'm certain of that, and quite soon too!
Series: Bad Boy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrB7jN7rOkY&feature=related
Best viewed in X2
Sometimes I need to move beyond the edge, well a lot of times really, step over the proverbial Red Line. Bad Boy comes out in me, he's always there, lurking somewhere within. Perhaps so long living on the edge, well over the edge, has created this need in me to cross, cross that Red Line, to push the boundaries. This particular stretch of the N1 Freeway approaching the centre city is a racetrack on Saturday and Sunday mornings. Added to that there is major construction as they upgrade the interchange and construct new lanes in the build up to World Cup 2010. I parked on the very edge of the narrow yellow line and stood to the left of my car, using a wide angle lens to capture the oncoming traffic standing inside the traffic lane itself. When they saw me, that did what they do best, foot on the accelerator, hunt down the photographer, hell, the only thing better to kill than a photographer is to kill a road cyclist, and I'm that too. Which is a more scary experience, well I have to say road cycling, by far, and we actually do ride here, for just a short stretch until we can get off the freeway. It's a nightmare, believe me. Well Bad Boy had to chance his arm, and he will again, I'm certain of that, and quite soon too!
