Called to Bira today to take some photos of a professional racing biker. Regret to say I can’t recall his name, mainly because nobody told me what it was, but there was much fawning and doe-eyed admiration going on; so I assume he is quite good. The plan was for him to take Graham’s bike, and he ended up borrowing Graham’s race suit too, because he did not bring his own. Suddenly the reason for wanting the photos became obvious. Once the guy was suited up, he was, to the casual observer, Graham. So now Graham has a collection of photos of what appears to be him riding his bike in a perfect racing position.
Like this one:
While super-racer-boy was out on the track pretending to be Graham, the real Graham took out another bike, crashed it, and fractured his collar bone.
Karma.
P.S. Have a click and take a look at the enlarged version of the photo, its really rather fine; even if I say so myself. And I do.
Comments 🔗
2009-11-30| Jock saysYep, excellent shot when blown-up …. did I ever tell you I particularly like blow-ups?
2009-11-30| Spike saysYes you did. And I told you that I was not that type; however much money you were offering.