A couple of summers ago, I saw the Google Street View car coming down the Interstate 40 onramp at Carlisle Boulevard, parallel to my bike trail, as I was coming home from a ride. I looked a few times, hoping they’d captured my endorphin smile, then forgot about it.
This evening I remembered to check:
I got caught running shirtless through central park… you were lucky!
Luckily for me, also, that they weren’t close enough to capture my embarrassingly spongy, spandex-clad body.
Upon closer inspection, how was the ‘bump’ you experienced a split second after the photo was snapped?
DG – 🙂 One doesn’t think of one’s bike trail as being so seismically active. (My house on GSV shows similar signs of seismicity.)
Congrats! Immortality!… at least for a while 😉 Hmm, temporary immortality – there’s a SciFi plot in there somewhere.