I had the most wonderful of weekends, mostly due to a visit from some far-away gal pals.
Friday night, I walked up to the old airport where the annual car race was being held.
Every year, Salina is invaded by old, shiny vehicles. There's a car show on Saturday at a local park, where all these beauties are featured.
But Friday night is the real show.
We borrowed some shade from some friendly strangers who were willing to let us cop a squat in the bed of their truck.
They were quite the colorful group, and I seemingly was the only lady in a 100-square foot radius.
Well, let's face it; "lady" is a stretch..
I went mainly to take some fotos. I wasn't sure what lens to bring, so I just broke down and brought them all - a decision I was regretting a mile into my walk in the 100-degree heat.
I was glad when I finally made it there; I almost left my zoom lens at home and that turned out to be the lens I used the entire time.
We had to stand about 15 feet behind the concrete barriers just in case of a roll-over.
It was inconvenient from a photo standpoint, but I'm pretty sure I'd be regretting getting any closer if a car came barreling toward me.
Here are a few of my favorites from the races:
|Hello random strangers; you're so cute I'm going to snap a sneaky foto of you.|
|Our favorite: Dude in a crappy old truck with his dog as a passenger, smoking everyone he raced.|
I didn't get any pictures with my lady friends - major fail - but that means they'll just have to come down again to visit! :)
Here's to a spectacular week!