Was then. My first sportcar. A bugeye Austin Sprite. White. Interior red. Sof black roof. Solid black one for the winter.
Not new, but I didn’t care, my dad gave it to me for my 18th, thinking my red Mini Cooper bought by him the year before was too dangerous.
I was a driver from hell. Still am.
These shots reminded me of that page in my life. Another happy one…
No, it’s not moi. Photos are from Reinfried Marass. But I was blonde, young and looked somehow like that. Right Kev?
