Normally when my friends call me up with electrical stuff going on, it goes something like this, “Hey, can you help me wire up this dang-blamed neon sign?” Or, “I accidentally hooked the Jeep directly into the wall outlet to charge it; can you help me fix it?”
This time was different. My bud Cody found a neat shifter indicator for his automatic Jeep TJ and asked me if I’d want to do a column on it. I’m not one for those slushboxes, but I like reviewing new stuff and seeing how it’s put together. So I told Cody I’d check it out next time I saw him. Turns out the thing is pretty neat, so I agreed we’d put our heads together and do a column on it.
Well, when the time came to do the column, Cody’d got some rebar stuck in his foot or some such silliness, so when I showed up at his ranch, he called over our other buddy Kurt to help do the install. I told him I could do it, but he insisted I just take pictures and whatever notes I needed.
There were some good songs on the radio, but I didn’t have a tape recorder, and we didn’t actually bang our heads together so I didn’t take any notes or headache medicine. It was kind of weird not actually doing the wiring stuff and only taking pictures of it. I wonder if this is what the swimsuit photographers feel like. I could get used to this. OK, I might have helped a little and suggested a thing or two, but I still like to think taking pictures of pretty girls in swimsuits might be in my future. I am a photographer now with a resume and everything.