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July 4th 2013

I really didn’t have any plans for the 4th, aside from my new tradition “The Freedom from Pants Bike Ride” which is a bike ride or parade where the participants bike around Minneapolis in their underwear.  It was the 7th annual, but my second ride. I blogged about my first experience last year.

I am really not sure what has come over me…aside from the desire to be outside, but I have started to ride my bike rather obsessively again. And the morning of the fourth, knowing I would be riding 8 – 12 miles with the Freedom From Pants Ride, I set out for what is now my usual 10-mile route.

When I returned from the ride and was at my apt. door unlocking it, my neighbor came out of his unit and invited me out to the patio for some bar-b-que and drinks. I grabbed some herbal iced tea and headed out to the patio. Once there, I was introduced to the neighbor’s friend and to his co-worker.

I really wasn’t all that hungry, so I just swilled my tea. They asked what I was doing for the fourth and I told them about the underwear bike ride. I could tell by the silence and the way the air seemed to just be sucked up out and away from the table that we were sitting at, that they might not be as keen on a parade of people stripped to their undies as I was.

The conversation shifted into shop talk and we chatted up about our respective places of employment. Neighbor’s coworker seemed somewhat evasive with a couple of statements he made that I figured he had a history, possibly criminal, but I didn’t cast judgment. I have my own history.

Neighbor’s friend and I exchanged  “piss off employment stories” which are, of course, the situations at the job that just you piss off.  The three of us; neighbor, his friend and I all had stories to share, yet I noticed that neighbor’s coworker didn’t share any tales.

The topic switched to the weather and neighbor’s coworker laughed at the way Minnesotans define “hot” and commented that the current “warm weather” Minnesota is experiencing is comparable to a nice April day in New Orleans.  I began to engage him in conversation about living in New Orleans and when and what made him move to Minneapolis. He laughed, looked over at neighbor and then began his story:

He had just been released from death row in Louisiana last October after spending 15 years incarcerated for a crime he didn’t commit.

I was just blown away. I had spent some 35 days in a county facility; I can’t even imagine what 15 years would be like.

I moved over to the chair closer to him, extended my hand to him and said: “oh my GOD! Brother, CONGARTULATIONS! Welcome to your freedom!!” and gave him a firm, strong handshake. He laughed nervously as he shook my hand and thanked me. He began to share some of the tale. Not really all the details as to how he got there, but just some the basic. In a 6×8 cell for 23 hours a day that averaged over a 100 degrees in the summer, no air conditioning, only getting out for an hour of exercise.

He mentioned that this year was to be a lot of firsts for him…and he was relishing each one as they happened.

I suddenly felt so foolish thinking back on what I was bitching about just a few minutes earlier that was nothing compared to what this man had been through. And I told him this. He smiled and said he gets that a lot.

More neighbors came out to the patio to use the grill and a party atmosphere came over the patio.  One of the female guests asked me what I was doing for the 4th.  With the response I got from the first three earlier, I was hesitant, then proceeded with “um, ah, I…” And my neighbor blurted out “just tell them you’re doing a bike ride”

 I laughed and said “Ya. I am going on a bike ride” and cracked a devilish grin. The girl then asked me “Are you doing the Underwear Bike Ride?!?!”  to which I said with new found confidence  “The Freedom from Pants Ride?  Yes I am.” And she smiled and said, “So are all of us!” and motioned to the three girls and four guys that were around her.

The first three who seemed awkward form my announcement now voiced their admission that I wasn’t the only freak and now had company in my freakdom.  “Cool” I exclaimed.

The seven were waiting for one more to show, so I decided to head over to the pants drop start point for the ride. When I go to the area that was the start point last year, it was under construction and obviously not conducive to holding 350+ people.

A group of bikers in their undies passed by, so I started following them and asked them if they knew of the start point for the ride. They invited me to follow them.

We rode a few blocks just into NE Minneapolis to an open area by a White Castle and there were throngs of folks in their undies. Guys in bikinis, boxers, briefs, square cuts, lacy manties (man panties), tutu’s and  couple in skirts. Women were stripped down to bras and panties, boy shorts, granny panties and bikini swimsuits; although there were a couple with just panties and pasties covering nipples, so 7/8 boob was in view. There was a father and his young son in matching Batman boxer-briefs and capes. And a family of four with the two kids in baggy shorts, sunglasses and training wheels on their bikes.

 

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Just like last year, I pulled up, got off my bike and stripped down to my undies, putting my clothes into my saddlebag. It is rather exhilarating to just strip down like this outside, which I used to do a lot of when I lived in the desert in CA. I guess the real exhilaration is the fact that there are few hundred around me doing the same thing.

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I chatted up three guys that were hanging in the street waiting, as I was, for the ride to begin.

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After about 20 minutes, some guy on a mega phone announced the start of the ride and the route. We mounted up and began to ride down Central Avenue towards the Third Avenue Bridge into Downtown Minneapolis.  We crossed the bridge, I saw the folks from my apartment complex and we exchanged “Woo-hoo’s!” as we biked along in our undies.

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Once Downtown, we made our way over to the Plaza of The Hennepin County Government Center, were we took a quick break to allow all the riders to catch up after crossing the bridge.

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We then made our way over to Nicollet Mall and then down to Grant Street and into Loring Park; where we took a half hour or so break and partied in the park to the music that was booming off a trailer that some dude was hauling behind his bike.

I enjoyed conversation with a few, but with one guy in particular who was participating in his first ride.

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The call came to ”Mount UP” and we began to ride through the park and began what was I felt,  to be the first of a few errors in the ride. Instead of going a few hundred yards around the smaller end of the lake, the leaders crossed over the bridge in Loring Park, which is a narrow path with two small 90 degree turns enclosed in a wrought iron fence.  This design is to slow bikers down to prevent them from speeding across the bridge. And slow us down it did; however the mood was jovial and the group that was around me as we made our through the turns and across the bridge commented on my physique, my undies and my anatomy. Did I mention WHY I love this ride??

Once through the bottleneck we made our way down Hennepin Avenue into Uptown, which is a couple of mile stretch. Now, as I say we “ we made our way along…” I mean that we took over the entire lane of traffic, FOR BLOCKS! Some bikers would assume the role and form a chain across a cross street to prevent any cars from getting into the street. It’s like a Critical Mass Bike Ride only here everyone is stripped down.

One of the things I enjoy most as this ride meanders through the city, is the reaction from the people passing in cars or walking on the sidewalks. It usually takes them a minute before they realize we are all in our underwear. And when this dawns on them they usually pull out the camera phones, smile, laugh or start clapping or cheering us on.

Once in Uptown, we rode over to Lake Calhoun via Lagoon and some people stripped off what little they were wearing and jumped in the lake. This area is a popular beach spot and I am always amazed at the brazen nudity. I noticed that a couple of families with kids passing by stopped and sat down and just observed all the shenanigans.

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People passing by, especially the teens seemed freaked out by the amount of naked and underwear clad people that they proclaimed a “oh HELL NO!” and stopped along the outskirts to observe.

I just stood by my bike and observed the reactions from the people walking along the bike path. I chatted again with the guy who I met back at Loring Park. The wax in has stash had come out from his dip in the lake, and his once cool looking handle bar mustache fell flat against his beard.

As the sun set and darkness began to fall, bikers started to move south on the bike lane as the final stage of the ride began to Powederhorn Park to watch fireworks. At 36th St. we headed East towards the Park.

Last year we took 31st Street over to the Park and entered from the northwest corner, down the hill onto the soccer fields. This year we entered the park from the southeast right into the main traffic of people flowing into the park. This left to some confusion and I got separated form the group, I biked through the park and all these people and made my way over to the soccer field. Some other dude was following me. There were negative comments made some by people in the crowd, but I just ignored them and rode on.

Once at the flat area of the fields, I was expecting to see the throngs of bikers we were with just with a few minutes back. None showed. The guy who followed me and I decided to head back to where we entered the park to look for the other riders. We made our way back around park in the opposite direction from where we came. By now it was completely dark. We met up with some of the group, but nowhere near the amount of riders that the group once was. I hung out for a while and talked with some of the folks, but it just didn’t have the vibe it had earlier. I decided to head home, so I bid adieu and wished folks a Happy 4th and they did to me. I put on my pants and biked home feeling extremely over dressed in my baggy shorts..

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Freedom from Pants Ride VI – July 4, 2012

Last year alittle before the 4th, I discovered the Freedom from Pants Ride on Flickr and was kind of amazed that it was an actual organized ride here in Minneapolis. I usually ride my bike in a certain stage of undress (shirtless), but haven’t ridden pantless since my time in the desert of Southern California. I didn’t muster the bolas to participate last year, but set my sights on this year. I just wanted to enjoy the ride, so I left my Nikon at home and just brought along my little Olympus point and shoot.

THE MEET UP…..at 6:10pm it was 99 degrees, I head to the Soap Factory in SE Minneapolis. I arrived about 40 minutes before the 7pm start time and there were about 40 people gathered, almost all were in their underwear. I got off my bike, took off my shirt, and dropped trou and thought ” ok, I’ll just stand around here in my undies and wait for this thing to start” as I snapped my fingers and slapped my right fist into my left hand once….what do you when you’re nervous and have no pockets to burrow you hands into? or for that matter: NO PANTS!

Here are some pics of folks waiting around for the start:


Everyone was real friendly, and I chatted with a few people. There were beers and drinks flowing, I had my water bottle for comfort/security. I mingled around getting to know people. For most, like me, it was their first ride and others had been doing the ride for the whole six years. I idled the time away introducing my self to the folks who were milling around me. One guy mentioned that the few people who where there clothed looked odd in comparison to everyone else who was in their underwear. I chuckled at this, because it was quite true

Here is what it looked like as the start time approached:

The call went out to mount up and everyone started to hoot, whoop and holler as we slowly made our way onto 2nd Street SE and towards the Stone Arch Bridge. As we passed Pillsbury Park, then across the Stone Arch Bridge people began cheering us on, others exclaiming ” What the HELL?” and kids would point and say “They’re in the UNDERWEAR!!” I was immediately at ease and knew I had found my tribe for the night.

As we passed the pavilion on the south side of the Stone Arch Bridge, the guy singing in the band that was playing said right in middle of the song,”oh, WOW! They’re all in their underwear”

When we got onto Washington Ave, we took up the entire northbound lane and we just kept moving, a parade of bikes, thru the red light as individual units of the parade would stop/block traffic and let us thru the intersection.

With the 300+ riders, the entourage lasted easily 6 or eight blocks long, just a mass of bikes with scantily dressed riders moving thru the city.

As we went along Nicollet Mall, the older folks would scowl at us, but for the most part people where cheering and taking pictures. A guy opened his pants, and flashed his underwear. Women would lift their shirts and flash their bras. Punks would run out in the street and slap some ass.

When we would see other bikers not in our entourage we would yell “take off your pants and join us!!” Most would say “thanks no” others would hesitate, then get off their bikes, pull their clothes off and join us in their underwear.

As whole we began to chant “NO MORE PANTS! NO MORE PANTS” when that died down individual chants would go out. Mine was like a beer seller shouting his wares at a ballpark in a deep bellowing: “FREEEDOOOOOM FROOOM PAAAAANTS!” Others were shouting “take off your pants” or “you can take my pants, but you can’t take my freedom”

The mood was so jovial, upbeat and fun..it was just a riot to be part of this mass of moving exhibitionism.

Here is a shot looking back down Nicollet as we stopped at Franklin Ave and the bikes go for blocks:

As I had to learn the hard way in the past: drunkenness and biking are NOT a good mix. There were some wipe outs, it was inevitable with so many people on bikes, a few liquored up and most not paying that close attention. I almost collided with a couple of different bikes as I was checking out the “scenery” and not watching who was close by until tires rubbed or bikes clanked.

THE FIRST REST STOP occurred at Stevens Square Park. Just by biking at slow pace, I kept to the front of the pack and it was cool to see throngs (thongs??) of people come biking into the park, dismounting and hanging around. Just a sea of people in their undies, outside in a park, just as natural as can be.

Here are some shots of the First Stop:

Everyone jut started milling around, a couple of the riders, one on a Surly Big Dummy and another with a trailer had tunes blaring. Some started to gyrate to the music; a couple of guys with super soaker squirt guns began to move in circles around people, soaking them. I got hit dead center in the chest, then smack in the ass. Girls where doing yoga, and handstands, a guy and a girl where competing in some sort of yoga stance, smokes where burned, beers were cracked.

I chatted with a guy who told me the story of his incredible never-ending absolutely shitty day, but he exclaimed, the highlight that ended his incredible never-ending absolutely shitty day was as we passed him riding his bike, some yelled at him “Take off you pants and join us” so he did.

I chatted with another dude who had a decent DSLR with him…and I could see now there were a few other cameras around. We talked “shop” for awhile. I thought ‘I should have brought biz cards’, then realized pulling a card out of my underwear to give to someone probably wasn’t the best move. I surrendered and remembered I was just here to enjoy the ride.

The call to mount up and “pick up your shit” (trash) was yelled. And the mass of near-naked people made their way out of the Park, through the city towards Lake Calhoun. We again took up the entire lane of traffic or the entire street if it was a one way, chanting “NO MORE PANTS” whooping and hollering as we rode. People still cheered us on, most had the cell phones going filming the undie hooliganism. And only in Minnesota, cars were pulling off to the side to let us pass. LA, Chicago or NYC, I doubt they would have stopped traffic for a bunch of freaks in their undies riding bikes…

As we approached Lagoon and East Calhoun Parkway, there were two Minneapolis Bike Cops on the street at the corner waiting for the light to change. The bike mass stopped at the red and we all began to point and chant at the cops “NO MORE PANTS!! NO MORE PANTS!!” The cops just laughed and shook their heads. One pulled out his cell phone and started filming as we continued to chant. The other cop mouthed “No Way” as his smiled and continued to shake his head.

We got to the Lake Calhoun Beach as the sun was setting. People dismounted and things got a little “jiggly” as some women and men stripped down and went skinny-dipping. I wasn’t quite really to let it all hang out…not on this first ride, anyway.

Although they’re kind of dark, here are a couple of shots from he Calhoun Stop:

After a few minutes of swimming, there was a call for the group photo. We all gathered on the beach and the photogs climbed up on the life guard station for the shot.

A 20 something couple were standing close by watching and the guy says
“I wanna be in this picture, but I can’t.”
I said “why not?’
He replied “duh” and tugged on his shorts.
I said “well, take ’em off”
“ok” he said and kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shorts. His girlfriend looked at me and said kinda snappy “Thanks alot” I laughed and said “Well, it didn’t take much” and she smiled at me.

After the the group photo, the ringleader made the call to mount up and to “don’t leave shit” meaning again the trash. A dude close to me got a puzzled look on his face and asked me “Did he just say don’t eat shit?!?” I roared with laughter and said ‘no, man he said don’t LEAVE shit’ The guy laughed and said “I couldn’t figure why he would tell me not to eat shit, I mean you know.”

We mounted up and began to make our way over to Powderhorn Park to watch fireworks. Some of the jiggly continued as a few female rides didn’t put their bras back on and two male riders began the trek naked…except one had a baseball cap on so, you know, he wasn’t TOTALLY naked.

We made our way through Uptown, along Lake Street to Lyndale, down Lyndale to 32nd, then onto Powderhorn Park. I was standing up on my pedals at one intersection and a group of guys in a yard where hollering at us. I yelled at them to drop trou and one yelled back ” Nice panties Bro! Way to represent” I yelled “they’re not panties” and he said ‘oh, sorry, manties then’ I laughed, he gave me thumbs up, I flashed a Peace sign at him.

Again, I am at the front of the pack as we descend down the hill into Powderhorn Park and it is just the coolest thing to see all these bikes with lights just keep coming over the hill into the Park. By now it is some what dark and as people realize there are about 300 folks in the park in their underwear, some move away…others move closer.

We congregate en mass in the middle of the park. A couple of bikers have some sort of smoke bomb/stick and are circling the pack dousing us with smoke to keep the bugs away. As was with each stop, but now that we are at the “destination” the party relly starts. Suddenly one of the bikes with the music lights up with xmas lights and a disco ball perched high above it illuminated by an LED head light. Little stars seem to dance in circular motion on the ground. A crowd gathers around the xmas tree light-bike-disco ball and it gets funky!

The fireworks are going off all over the park. The main event of the fire works start to boom and end, but this bike party just keeps going. People are doing beer bongs, bottles are being passed. I am in the crowd of underwear dancers enjoying my water, trying to do my best white boy boogie.

CURSES TO THE WORKDAY….I have to go to work in the morning and after my night before at the Ziggy Marley concert, I need call it a night and head home. But I don’t want to…I want to be the carefree one of yesteryear and just stay out until who knows when and go home with who knows who. But…

I put my pants on and start the ride back home, and as I do, I think, yep a new Fourth of July tradition has started tonight. What will I wear next year?

Here is a link to the route recorded by my Garmin:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/196146595

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Photo Clearance for POTUS – June 1, 2012

The media company I am shooting for arranged press clearance for me to photograph the arrival of the President of the Untied States (POTUS) at the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport on June 1, 2012.

First off, I have to say that the first thing I had to adjust was my lingo: ‘the shoot.’  I shot the Lynx and the Twins on Opening Day, I shot Van Halen, I will be shooting Roger Waters on 6/3/12. The shoot, the right shot, shooting; all terms that are part of my lingo. And I own no guns. So I had to become conscience to use the term ‘photograph the President” and not “shoot the President”

When my editor called me on Weds. 5/30, we discussed which of the two venues would work best for photographing the President, his arrival at the airport or at the venue he would be speaking at. We both agreed the arrival of Air Force One and POTUS deplaning and greeting supporters on the tarmac would have more of a dramatic effect.

The event was closed to the public and I would need to be cleared through the White House Press Pool, which undoubtedly would require a background check. I came clean about my background to my editor and he said “Joe, I don’t think there are many photographers out there WITHOUT some sort of drug charge in their past” This put me at ease, somewhat.

I went thru the process of filing an expungement of my criminal record 6 years ago, but had never really put it to the test. Ten years ago, I could not even get simple employment due to my  drug possession/criminal background.

So I knew, if I was granted White House clearance, which is, obviously on the Federal level, than the expungement was indeed final.

The request was submitted on Weds. afternoon around 2pm, 22 hours ahead of the noon deadline on 6/31.

The morning of the 31st, I was angst because not only was I awaiting word to photograph POTUS, but the real test was if the background clearance would go through.

The deadline was at noon, I called my editor at 12:49 and asked: “Ok, so are we gonna call the White House and see if I was denied or are we just not follow up or what?” The other end of the phone just went silent for a few seconds, which seemed like minutes and then my editor said: ” Dude, it’s been 49 minutes past the deadline. Let’s give them some time., ok?” I laughed, realizing the anxiousness was all mine and said, meekly: “Oh, ok.’

Twenty -one minutes later I received an email from the White House Press Pool informing me that my name was on the list to photograph the arrival of POTUS. The email went on to detail the order of events of the day, what gate at the military base I would enter, and what was needed to gain access.

Now with all this in process, the request submitted to my editor and then to the White House, the prestige of the shoot; there was just one small detail. I didn’t have a camera to shoot with.

I had ordered my back-up camera, a new Nikon D90 on Tuesday 5/29, with two day delivery.

I went ahead and reserved a telephoto lens and a 2x convertor from my photo resource, West Photo in SE Minneapolis.

So the angst of being granted clearance had passed, but now it was replaced with if the camera would arrive in time.

With 9 minutes left in the delivery day, UPS showed with my new Nikon.

The morning of the shoot I went into a coffee shop to get a mocha and the twenty-something baristas were all in their customer service mode and one of them asked me “It’s going to be a beautiful day today, any big plans?” I laughed and said  “I am heading out to the airport to photograph the arrival of POTUS”

“Who’s that?” one barista asked and the other quipped “Must be a punk rock band”

I laughed and said, “No POTUS is the President of the United States” both barista’s eyes kind of widened and one of them said “That is the coolest” Laughing again, I said “Ya, it kinda is, huh?”

After getting the coffee, I made my way out to the airport and the Minneapolis-St. Paul Air Reserve Station.

At the gate I was given this pass for the dash of the car:

After passing thru the gate, I was escorted to a building within the base next to an area right off the tarmac. I placed my gear bag on the ground for the dogs to sniff for yet another round of security checks. I met with a Secret Service agent and he gave me my badge for the day:

I was then escorted into the lobby of the building where I went thru yet another security check of a hand held metal detector wand. I was then escorted out onto the tarmac to take position on the media platform. Every outlet was represented: StarTribune, St.Paul Pioneer Press, The Minnesota Daily, ABC, CBS, NBC, Fox, AP, UPI, and a couple of other local publications.

Since I was one of the last to arrive, I didn’t have a spot staked out, but this gave me freedom to move around the platform. There was about an hour and a half wait before the estimated arrival time. All of us just kind of mingled, some were working on stories; others, telling them. I found it humorous that I wasn’t the only one adjusting his verbage from “shooting the President” to ‘photographing the President.”

Various Minnesota dignitaries began to appear on the tarmac and the motorcade arrived and took position off to the side.

Sen. Amy Klobuchar, Minneapolis Mayor R.T. Rybak and Congressman Keith Ellison

The time seemed to go fast, and in no time an announcement was made that “All activity on the tarmac was to cease and the airport was shut down” It was kinda wild to see the once busy airport with trucks and vehicles scurrying round and the roar of jets launching suddenly come silent and to a standstill.

A few minutes later, the Secret Service agent who escorted myself and the others to the platform came forward and said “Air Force One would be appearing over the tail of that airplane over there” as he pointed to the south-south east. We all turned and then, out of the clouds a jet appeared, as AF-1 began its descent into Minneapolis.

Air Force One’s wheels smoke as it touches down at MSP International

I had seen Air Fore One once before as it flew over me to land at Palm Springs Airport as I was riding my bike along Ramon Road in Palm Springs, in the mid 1990’s with Bill Clinton on board. The thing is massive and I stopped n my bike to marvel as it touched down at PSP International.

But this was different, as I knew it would taxi right in front of the platform I was standing on, and this time I was positioned to photograph the event.

AF-1 made its way along the tarmac and came to a stop in front of the building we were positioned in front of. The MN dignitaries made their way to the bottom of the stairs that were wheeled up to the door of AF-1. The door was opened and after a few minutes, President Obama appeared and made his way down the staircase and greeted the dignitaries. It would have been nice to hear what was said because when he got to Sen. AL Franken, whatever Franken said had Pres. Obama laughing quite hard.

President Obama exits AF-1

Sen. Al Franken quips something that reduces Pres. Obama to hysterics.

After the greeting the MN dignitaries, the President made his way across the tarmac to the group of supporters who were next to the media platform. Most of the photographers went over to the side of the media platform to shoot down onto the event. This left me with a wide open space at the front of the platform, I sat down and placed my feet on the gate between the platform, tarmac and AF-1 and photographed POTUS from the side.

After meeting with the 30 or so people who had gathered, Pres. Obama waved to the crowd and made his way to the Presidential Limo, got in and the motorcade began to make its way across the tarmac to exit the airport.

I had about a 3.5 hour lag until the second phase, so I left the shooting area, went off base and returned home to upload images to my editor.

I returned out to the base and the second time through went alittle quicker, but it was still the same. As I waited for the dogs to sniff my gear bag I took a call and during it I mentioned I was “out at the airport to shoot the President” when I hung up, a guy in plain clothes with a badge and gun on his belt came up to me and smiled and said
” You were talking about your with your camera right?”

I exclaimed “HOLY CRAP!!  Yes, sir, my apologies, I am here to take pictures of the President’s departure” He smiled and patted me on the back and took me to the metal detector and said “Lets check this guy out.” he smiled and winked at me as the military guard began to wave the metal detector over me. After everything was an all clear, I was escorted back to the media platform.

The media pool had dwindled some, so there was alittle more room to move around.

I had this taken while I waited on the media platform:

It was the same as earlier in the day, but in reverse. This time the announcement was made that the airport was shutting down. And then the head-lights of the motorcade appeared at the west side of the airport.

The Presidential Motorcade arrives at MSP International to depart the Twin Cities

The motorcade made its way across the tarmac and around to the side of the AF-1. President Obama got out of his limo and made his way quickly up the stairs, and at the top, turned and waved to us on the media platform, then went inside of the plane.

It took another ten- fifteen minutes for the media pool traveling with the President to board AF-1. Once the door was closed the engines of AF-1 began to roar. As it taxied away from the media platform and turned onto the tarmac, I was almost blown over by the wind coming off the engines. It was the coolest.

Feeling the thrust of AF-1’s engines

AF-1 made it’s way around the tarmac to the main east-west runway, then began to gain speed and it was wheels up and AF-1 lifted into the sky to the west and then banked to the south and eventually became a speck in the sky.

AF-1 airborne and heading off to Chicago.

This assignment certainly was unlike any other. And it was a lot of fun to do.

The full set of images from the event can be viewed here:

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