If you live in North Phoenix, you’ve probably seen the guy in the Mustang with the chrome vinyl wrap driving around. I’ve driven past him going the opposite direction more times than I can count and was never able to get a picture of him. I used to see him when I was on my bike, when I was running, driving in the car or riding in other people’s cars, and every time I saw him, it always happened to be when I didn’t have a camera or couldn’t get my phone out of my pocket in time.
The frustration lasted about three months. I would see him drive by me, but he would never be going the same direction as me. The more I saw him, the more obsessed I became with the idea of getting a picture of it.
Then, about a week ago, it finally happened. I don’t know if it was due to the low setting sun, or just dumb luck, but I could tell there was something reflective about half a mile ahead of me and I just knew it was going to be him. I was changing songs on my phone at the time, so it was already in my hand. I ripped the aux cable out and began frantically stabbing my finger into the camera icon.
Come on you worthless piece of shit!
I got the camera going just in the nick of time. Now for the hard part. With the cameras on phones these days, there seems to be an unreasonably long (an wildly unpredictable) shutter lag. I knew I would only have one chance to get this right. I tapped the shutter button about 2 seconds before I figured he’d pass me and then waited in anticipation as my phone clumsily dragged its ass back its photo gallery so I could review the picture.
I finally had him.
Admittedly, it’s not one of my better shots, but whatever. I finally did it. I caught him, sort of. My own personal white whale.
While I wish I could have taken a better shot, I’m just happy he didn’t crash into me and send my car and all my passengers down into the drink.