Hello, as it says on my post my name is Gary Freudenberger, aka ?Freudman.? Why Freudman, well as you know, FREUD was already taken. Yep, same guy?
My first trip to the salt was in 1973 at the impressionable age of 10 years. I learned many things on that trip; First lesson, ?when you turn off I-80 and hit the access road, you?re gonna want to mash on the gas! Just know that you have a 90 degree turn up ahead.? I?m thinking, ?we are in a feakin? Pinto Wagon, not too worried about the 90 degree turn. In later years I discovered the wisdom of lesson 1, fortunately not the hard way, but close?
In those days FREUD spent the ENTIRE day shooting pictures while I was left to find mischief on my own. As you can imagine, with FREUD as my mentor how could I go wrong?!
I hung out with Marlo at the ?Roach Coach Cantina? as his trailer was named and with Team Vesco, Don was running the Silver Bird at that time. After dinner at The Hideaway Club, it was time to get to work. Our nights were spent in the corner room at The Best Western right below the rock, printing pictures. The next day we would be out on the salt and people would be shocked that we had a shot of them on the course the previous day.
In the spirit of FREUD, more stories to follow in the tribute section to the man you all knew as FREUD but I knew as Dad.