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.
8 comments:
Hey, at least you weren't wearing a kilt...
You're right, dal. And if I had been wearing a kilt, you would have asked me if anything was worn under it, right?
And I'd never tell....
I wouldn't have had to ask, Scribbs; from the way you're sittingin the Isetta, all would be revealed...
I guess if you have to squeeze in real tight parallel parking you can exit through the roof of the yellow car.
Those look like fun.
I had one of the early Honda's, which looked like a freakin' limo compared to that. Still, I'd like to have one. I don't know what for, as I no linger need a chick magnet car. LOL! :)
S
Get out of town! You're looking great. Now for another trick try squeezing into a Fiat Bambino :)
I thought that little thing was your size 25 shoe!
Nice hair though!
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