It's been kinda fascinating to sporadically go back to this over the last couple of years and read the continually growing comments section on the PooTube post, so many crew 'get it', so many are touched by what this piece of posterity represents . . . . that exchange and interaction between artist, subject and audience is a fucking rare and special thing, it proves conclusively that when Josh, astride his nude metal mustang that has become almost an extension of himself, manages to successfully capture not only the footage, but moreover, the 'ness', the 'vibe', the essence of what he felt at the time of pointing the lens and pushing the go button . . . .
It embodies and emparts the very nature of being on the road, you, your ride and some close mates who all 'get it', all share and empathise with the feeling, the rush, the sense of belonging to the moment, the place and the group . . . . when all the other shit is done and dusted, all the perpheral crap is consigned to the never-never, it's those core sensations and feelings that are left to become fond and warmly recounted recollections of days in the wind with friends . . . . thanks to Kid Kurpius, Brian Harlow, Mitch Cotie and company for the chance to spy on one of their many such moments.