...post photos from my little fun-fest on Monday, at least if any were sufficiently embarrassing/humiliating.
But then it occurred to me that some of photographer D's images will be published, and it would therefore be Bad Form for me to put 'em up early. So I picked a couple I doubt will see print.
This one, for example, shows how tight the confines of the Messerschmitt really are. There are some better, none of which show the look of terror on my face, thank goodness...
And then there's this shot of me showing my usual grace and litheness while exiting the Isetta. They'd freekin' well better not run this one...
A good job there's not a soundtrack to accompany the latter photo! There are surely people out there who won't know or understand the names I was calling D. for snapping this one.
Sadly, none were quite as mirth-provoking as I had hoped. I knew I should have worn the red nose, red wig and size-25 shoes.
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