Extreme Ironing

This is actually a pasttime here. I kid you not.

Here's the gist of it: you load up your car with your friends, your ironing board, an iron, an item of clothing, your camera, and your giant flash, and you drive around downtown looking for odd places to pose.

Like under an old bridge

Or on a street corner where you meet drunk, friendly women eager to get their pictures taken, too

Or on the railroad tracks

with America's Next Top Model

Or by the (in)famous Bakersfield sign

The look on my face says it all.
(Oh, and the sweet photos are thanks to Jimmy and his mad photography skills)