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RIP Joe Salas 4TheRiders

Pics are up!

Should have probably asked permission to post this but..




Buy one, buy them all! Every nickel of profits will go to the family of Joe Salas.

When Will Toft's pics are up, GO BUY THOSE TOO!!!!

He is very generously offering a portion of his profits for the same cause.

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GPowers Photography up north also donated all proceeds from last weekend to the Joe's family - I didn't know he'd been part of his support system too. Joe had helped so many people.
 
Pics are up!

Should have probably asked permission to post this but..




Buy one, buy them all! Every nickel of profits will go to the family of Joe Salas.

When Will Toft's pics are up, GO BUY THOSE TOO!!!!

He is very generously offering a portion of his profits for the same cause.

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Is not spam. Thank you for all that you’ve shared so we can help give a little something back.
 
18 years ago this past Monday, I watched Joe delete 90% of the pics I took for him...mostly while not even looking at the screen.

Just his eyes locked on my face as my eyes darted from his to the monitor and back again.

"Fucking garbage... What are you doing next weekend, I have a trackday to shoot at rfr and I want you there. I'll drive."

Same breath, he called me trash and boosted my ego.

He saw my potential, and gave me a shot 18 years ago.

He taught me not only how to be a better photographer, but how to run (and not run) a business, and that as much as you want to do things by yourself, sometimes you gotta believe in those that bring the passion.

He has warped my brain into believing that 100 degrees isn't all that bad, an 8 hour drive is a quick trip, and that nobody really needs any more than about 2 hours sleep...because after driving for 8 hours, shooting in triple digit temps, there will be someone STOKED that you were out there to get their first knee drag, and that person will invite you into their pit to drink beers until Saturday night turns into Sunday morning...all for it to repeat 2 hours later.

And, for the record, he didn't throw a single punch in that AFM fight. Not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't want to accidently clobber the guy that was dumb enough to get in the middle and break it up.
 
18 years ago this past Monday, I watched Joe delete 90% of the pics I took for him...mostly while not even looking at the screen.

Just his eyes locked on my face as my eyes darted from his to the monitor and back again.

"Fucking garbage... What are you doing next weekend, I have a trackday to shoot at rfr and I want you there. I'll drive."

Same breath, he called me trash and boosted my ego.

He saw my potential, and gave me a shot 18 years ago.

He taught me not only how to be a better photographer, but how to run (and not run) a business, and that as much as you want to do things by yourself, sometimes you gotta believe in those that bring the passion.

He has warped my brain into believing that 100 degrees isn't all that bad, an 8 hour drive is a quick trip, and that nobody really needs any more than about 2 hours sleep...because after driving for 8 hours, shooting in triple digit temps, there will be someone STOKED that you were out there to get their first knee drag, and that person will invite you into their pit to drink beers until Saturday night turns into Sunday morning...all for it to repeat 2 hours later.

And, for the record, he didn't throw a single punch in that AFM fight. Not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't want to accidently clobber the guy that was dumb enough to get in the middle and break it up.

Excellent story! I hope Joe's family somehow makes it here to read this and all the other awesome stories about him.
 
Joe and Max were a great team. Toe and Koi too. I'm not sure if these are Max or Joe, but one is 4TR for sure, and one of my favs. Joe also took my absolute
favorite photos of any I have on contract work. Joe has a gift....

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She knows, and once the kids are old enough for story time with Uncle Max they will too!

I was the first person to know about Joe and Bri, and I called the relationship before they even knew what it was.
 
RIP com3. I first met Joe on 530riders. It seemed he was just logging in to start shit with people, but when we actually met in person we became fast friends.

He was always there to back your play. Always fun. Always an adventure. I remember a fight he was in at thunderhill all because some douche challenged his girl. He had your back.

Not sure what to say. This shows the frailty of life, but Joe epitomized living life the the fullest.

Do you all remember this? I think this was his first AFM banquet vid.

Ride on, com3.

Dave
 
RIP com3. I first met Joe on 530riders. It seemed he was just logging in to start shit with people, but when we actually met in person we became fast friends.

He was always there to back your play. Always fun. Always an adventure. I remember a fight he was in at thunderhill all because some douche challenged his girl. He had your back.

Not sure what to say. This shows the frailty of life, but Joe epitomized living life the the fullest.

Ride on, com3.

Dave
A few pics

In that last pic I think Joe is feeling up Ricky Bobby.......
 

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I used to follow Joe's antics on his old bike (kittie) and got to know him and ride with him when he moved to Sonoma County. He was misunderstood by a lot of people but, he was a good guy. I hadn't heard from him since his bad leg injury and moving back east. About a month ago though an old post with him popped up on my facebook feed and got me thinking about him. I actually messaged him and he got back to me. He told me he had lost everything and went through some hard times ,but he had it all back and life was good. Told me about his family and that he was happy. We both said it was good to hear from each other....I didn't know that would be the last time , but I'm glad I reached out to him. My Avatar pic is one of the last pics Joe took of me. My condolences to his family.
 
When I first got to shoot for Max I was so nervous.

I was getting to do something so cool, I was joining an exclusive club of people who took photos trackside. I was getting to capture people at their best, or worst, and provide them memories that nobody else could.

I had met Joe before at the AFM banquet thanks to Budman inviting me to write a BARF report, and Tomas at Sonoma in the pits, but I had never worked with these guys before. They were THE photographers. Heard about them on B.A.R.F., seen their pictures on the Gram. Oxymoron Photography was the Next Generation, and I was the new Riker under Picard, trying to live up to the legend of Spock under the famous James T Kirk. Except I wasn't. I was barely the Wesley Crusher of photography. No experience, no skills, no knowledge, just a desire to hang with the cool guys and learn.

I remember asking where I should go, how to get there, where to stand, what settings I should have for my camera, what bikes I should be shooting in each race. I second guessed every decision, setting, and perspective.

When it was finally decided that I would go shoot "over there" and Max would go shoot, "over that way", I walked out to my first corner, turn 14. It was safe, I had walked it the night before with them and knew where I was going to stand.

And Joe was already there. He would do that to me repeatedly in life that when I had a thought or idea about where to start my day or to catch a specific race, he would already be there and in position. He would laugh at me and tell me I was too slow and to get guud.

This last weekend, I tried to be Joe. I stood in places he stood, I shot in styles he shot, I took risk with my composition just to try it.

But, the highlight of the weekend?

Being in the corner first. Seeing Will Toft walk up to a corner and just raise his hands in the air when he realized I was already there and in position.

Then Will posted his photos.

I realized that Joe wasn't just giving me shit when he waved in a general direction. He wasn't just messing with me when he said he would leave an X on the ground for where to stand, and then didn't so I would wander around looking for "the spot".

He was showing me by example. He was showing me that there isn't just one shot, but that there is only "your" shot. Your style, angle, and timing are that mattered, not the exact everything. Art is subjective and we make art trackside, for people and for ourselves.

Nobody will ever fill his shoes, but I hope to carry on his excellence with every photo I take, and boldly go where no photographer has gone before...
 

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