I Guess The BBC Doesn’t Want Me
I was pleased, though a little surprised, to get this email recently.
Hi Ken!
How are you? My name is Ally Siegel and I work for BBC Worldwide. I am currently casting a new documentary, looking for ‪adventurers who are traveling the country on their motorcycles, meeting locals and exploring different sites. In my research I came across your blog and LOVED what I saw. Would you be interested in speaking with me? Either way, please let me know. I think this could be a great opportunity for you.The OFMC does cover some miles each year.
Thank you! I look forward to hearing from you.
Ally Siegel
Well gosh, of course I’d be happy to speak with her and somehow end up in a BBC documentary. So I replied to that effect.
Still, I wondered if I was really the guy she wanted. It’s not totally clear but I get the impression from that email that they’re looking for serious riders, the Iron Butt kind of guys who do many thousands of miles. I’m a more average joe who rarely does a trip of more than 2,500 miles. But if she’s read the blog and likes what she sees, and she’s interested in me, let’s go!
But we didn’t. We went through a bit of back and forth and then I got this note.
Hey Ken,
So sorry I missed your call earlier this morning. They have pulled me onto a different project for today through mid next week. I’ll be back casting motorcycle camping/travel Thursday. Can we chat then?
Sorry for the late notice,
Ally
And after another exchange or two, this one.
Hi Ken,
Sorry for the delayed response. Yes, I will call you this week.
Thanks!
Ally
Bottom line, I’ve never heard back from her. Once again, it makes me think she’s really looking for the guys who burn up three or four sets of tires in a year. If she found someone else who better fit what she was looking for, good for her. But hey Ally, if that one project got put on the back-burner for awhile and you still want to work with me, just call. I’ll be happy to hear from you.
Biker Quote for Today
I ride a bullet… a two-wheeled, multiple-explosion powered machine with enough moving parts to remove entire fingers and surfaces hot enough to cook flesh. It propels me at neck-breaking, bone-snapping, flesh-shredding, speeds over and around obstacles I can see only as blurs. It’s a sport that kills the careless, maims the best, and spits at the concept of mercy. Now what were you saying about your new golf shoes?
Tags: BBC documentary
