I intended to cover a monster truck show by looking for interesting camera angles around the venue, shooting vehicles and staff, capturing how it all clicks together and is ready to go by the time the show begins.

I figured I'd then pay the 17euro entry fee, take some action shots inside the isolated area and basically see the show. Although frankly seeing tractors on two wheels weren't all that interesting to me, as I see a lot of them in country side, although hardly ever in motion. What I really care about is the people and planning behind the scenes and the off-chance something doesn't go according to plan.

However.

One stubby green security vest and iron cross wearing aufseherin single-handedly shattered all these photogenic dreams after no more than ten frames.
According to her, nothing was allowed without her consent. Can't shoot that, can't shoot me, can't shoot video of me shouting at you hysterically. She didn't understand the concept of public places and that us both actually had equal rights outside the venue. She insisted pictures I took were to be inspected by her and if necessary deleted, when in fact even the police aren't allowed to do that without a court order as this not north Korea. She actually argued with a professional photographer about rights and freedom of expression.

When she realized she couldn't justify any of it or win the debate, she pulled my camera strap so hard it left a mark on my arm. Finally she did what I would've punched a guy in the face for; she touched my camera without permission. With conflicting personal guidelines, one saying hit the attacker and the other not to hit women, I had no option but to run. No album is worth this aggravation.

So enjoy, my single monster truck picture from this event taken the night after and then miss Audi herself. Not only did she lose a paying customer, she also lost free publicity for the show and gained some herself.