One of the banes of any photographers existence is when someone walks right into the middle of your shot. There seems to be two schools of thought on how to deal with such an incident, with some preferring to let nature take its course, and wait for the intruder to leave the frame, while others prefer the scream/temper-tantrum school of thought that may or may not include throwing a gear bag in a fit of rage.
Where a photographer falls on that spectrum seems to be a function of how much time he or she spent setting up the shot, how much Red Bull had been consumed that morning, and whether it was another photographer who decided to start working with reckless abandon for his fellow photojournalists. However, there are some incidents where when someone walks into your shot, it is a welcomed addition. Snapping photos of the American flag-clad Erik Buell Racing 1190RS, I had such a moment, which I think touches the inner-child of all of us.
Practically hugging the front of the bike before walking around to its side, this little boy probably spent three minutes checking out every detail of the EBR 1190RS with earnest curiosity. Included in his inspection of the bike were a few good throttle twists, accompanied by subtle engine noises, which were then topped off with a smartphone photo shoot by dad. I think it’s safe to say that a future motorcyclist was made that Sunday afternoon. Cool stuff.