Honestly, if I had one of these I’d just drive around all day crashing into poles of cardboard boxes.
Some excellent striping.
You know how they say something is “as comfortable as a favorite pair of shoes”? These are those shoes. I’ve had them for about a decade now. I’ve worn them everywhere, for just about everything. I’ve worn them to job interviews, to work, to slog through the snow or mud to get the perfect shot, to build stuff and tear stuff down. They’ve been on most of my adventures, born witness to the highs and lows of my life. Been there for me.
Indicative of the life they’ve led is the last time I wore them, at Thanksgiving. We were visiting the farm, and I’d gone out to take some shots during another perfect Midwestern winter sunset. I’d spotted a bare tree that silhouetted well against the sky, across a snow covered field, and I set off to get it lined up. Snow up to my ankles, ruts, and stubs of the season’s crop, and I kept my head turned to keep the tree lined up…until I headed downhill and landed in a drainage ditch, knee deep in water. Didn’t stop me getting the shot, and these shoes ended up mostly frozen solid by the time I got back to the house, a mile away.
They still had bits of corn stalk stuck to them when I put them on this morning, for the first time since. I’ve semi retired them now. The soles are cracked and worn smooth, the right heel worn down more from driving, the padding around the ankle worn through. But I will never get rid of them.
I originally shot this for my other blog about writing.