Mustang Chasers

The first entry in a blog is even better (or worse) than the first entry in a journal because there's the actual possibility that other people will be reading what you write. Due to Trisha only owning two mitts, I volunteered to write the blog entry and am wishing that you could see this great throw down of Trisha and Stephanie. The latter just pegged Trisha in the leg trying to perfect the "flick of the wrist" which sounded like there'll be a pictures worth of a story in an hour. But if they keep it up there might be another bruise or two to capture by the end of this catching session.

Our inspiration for this blog and title came from an experience a couple weeks ago that involved a bank, a car chase, and a zoomed-in camera.

While waiting for Trisha's check to be deposited Rochelle, Steph, and I noticed a very nice mustang pull into the lane next to us that was driven by a man who very tactfully managed to keep his left ring finger out of sight.

Before we could peg his relationship status, we drove away only to soon be cut off by the very same mustang. Without a seconds hesitation Steph yelled out to follow him and like a fire we caught onto her enthusiasm and the chase was on. Immediately everything we had to say came out five times louder than it needed to be while solely revolving around this car and mysterious man that was speeding much more than Trisha, the driver, was ok with.

After a few minutes of weaving in and out of back roads, back tracking to stay hidden, and popping a curb as to not lose our horse-back rider we finally found him walking up to his house. By this point nothing we said was a complete sentence and was much louder than could be justified but it was almost unanimous to end our adventure here, but I wasn't going to give up so easily. I out-yelled everyone else to have Trisha stop the car and I made a mad dash down the block still yelling too loud to catch this man's attention. Once I intercepted him, I quickly realized I had no idea what to say. To buy time I told him that we weren't creepers (which I doubted he believed) and then with no other line to say I asked him for his number. Despite being totally caught off-guard he managed to inform me of his engagement. Let me take a moment and say how ridiculously unfair it is that women have engagement rings but men do not. But to finish the story, I quickly took a picture next to the guy, bid him a good day, and started to run back to the car only to be stopped by his question (and realization) that we were the girls from the bank. Turns out the checking out wasn't one-sided.

After jumping into the car and looking at the picture, I realized that it was still zoomed in from me trying to take pictures of his car five minutes earlier. Hence the picture, the title, and the great memory. And all because we went to the bank.

Moral of this story: Don't forget to zoom out.