(I stole the title from Kristjan, because I knew I needed a title, fast, and this would grab some overflow eyeballs, or something!)
Have you ever been subscribed to three creators on youtube and had a collaboration between the three suddenly show up all over your feed? This does not actually bother me at all, I am thrilled.
Because Adam Savage, The Slow Mo Guys, and Bobby Fingers got together with some typical sketchy Adam Savage technology, a bunch of lube, a bust of Fabio, some slow motion cameras and – oddly, I did not see any sign of drugs.
I actually saw The Slow Mo Guys’s offering first:
Then Bobby’s:
Adam: (it’s best if the goose is stunned!)
Listen, world, if you’re gonna do things like this to me, can you arrange it so that Ray Wylie Hubbard and Emmylou Harris do an album together? And Amy Lee and Rammstein. Kthk.
In the summer of 1985 I was hauling ass up I-95 on my Kawasaki GPZ550, with the visor of my helmet flipped up, as it usually was, because I liked the wind in my face. Then, a seagull pooped in my eye. I was going maybe 85mph (slow, for the GPZ) but my brain completely failed to register the inbound flicker of poop. It exploded into my right eye like a firecracker or something and I was suddenly blind – my right eye was just a field of white, and it hurt. In that moment, I remembered the advice from my motorcycle teacher (my friend Fred Maxwell) “if you don’t know what to do, relax, get off the throttle and keep going straight” which is what I did. At first I thought a rock had hit me or something and my eye had been blown apart, but it didn’t hurt enough for that. I had no idea, so I got off the gas, put the bike in neutral, and gently slowed to a stop on the shoulder. It didn’t take me long to figure it all out.
That was fun, the bird shit in your eye not so much. I’ve been lucky in that my worst bird shit incident was minding my own business sitting reading in a London park when “plop” there was the bird shit centre page of my book, and I said “Oh Shit”. Not the only time it’s been an accurate exclamation, although the first I remember. Most of the other times involved the famous revolving spaniel, her chosen method of defecation involved standing on her front paws with back legs stuck round them in front of her, completely off the ground, then swiveling as she shat. No problem on green grass, come autumn and fallen leaves, often you’d find one, scan in front of you for the rest, not finding them in front you’d turn to look for the rest and find the first by standing on it.
I think what I enjoyed about those videos was all of them getting so excited about working together. So nice to see
The idea of riding with my visor open or an open faced helmet is baffling to me. I remember riding to work in a 60km/h zone and collecting a large bug on my shoulder. It fucking stung through a heavy textile jacket, hitting my face unprotected could have been really fun. And that was not the bike that would do ~300km/h
I’ve also seen people hit birds, and the ever present threat of other vehicles flicking up rocks
I was already subscribed to Adam and Slow Mo when they put this up.
Now I am also subscribed Bobby Fingers.
Well worth it.
Bobby’s video: Just a few seconds in, he makes a mistake. It is a Canada Goose, not a Canadian Goose.
@4: Bobby then goes on to double-down on his mistake. He comes across as quite a wanker.
Or, possibly, a professional comedian doing something called a “joke”. You should look into it.
Oh, and…
Fab-ee-OOOOO!
Reginald Selkirk @4&5
He explains his reasoning, which makes sense to me, and as sonofrojblake says he’s a comedian as well as an artist.
@8: His reasoning is stupid, so you shouldn’t be proud that it makes sense to you. The goose in question was not Canadian, in fact it was in Florida. It is comparable to insisting that Kathy Ireland must be from Ireland, so she is Irish, so then he is going to call her Jill Irish.
@9: are you high right now?
“Then I sanded it, and primed it, did a pagan rave, and then I added some details.”
I don’t know how you managed ~85mph with your visor up…
I could rarely get much up above ~40mph before my eyes started tearing up. I think it was humidity related, because sometimes in the summer in the desert, I could go a bit above that.
On the other hand, some of the cooler/humid mornings in the bay area, I’m tearing up just going ~10mph into a headwind on my bicycle commute.
maybe that’s just me…
lochaber@#12:
I don’t know how you managed ~85mph with your visor up…
Oh! I didn’t mention (and should have) I wear glasses. So they tend to produce an area of dead air behind them at speed. When the poop hit, the glasses took most of the impact but did not come off because I always wore full-face helmets which meant the ear-pieces had to be tucked in past the padding.
ah, that makes sense.
One of those things I’ve been lucky enough to take for granted, is that I’ve got decent vision (aside from some color perception issues…), so I never really think about issues and stuff related to wearing glasses.