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?

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