FrankS
Registered User
Before and after. It's not pretty, but it's hard to look away.
I was at a motorcycle event held every Friday the 13th in Port Dover, Ontario. I rode down on my 1981 BMW R100 with a Petri rangefinder from the 1950's or 60's. This event draws a biker crowd that includes outlaw motorcycle gangs (Hells Angels, Outlaws) on Harleys, vintage bikes, sport bikes, and (unfortunately) increasingly, cage drivers coming to gawk at bikers. (It's turned into a tourist event.)
Anyway, I was walking around snapping steet pictures when I happened upon this woman and a few of her friends. (I don't know why but I just knew she was going to flash. One of her friends had a disposable camera.) She saw me and my camera and I indicated with only gestures that she pose with the police officer. He saw me, she walked up to him, and they posed, simply because I had a camera. She was looking around and acting in such a way that made me think that something interesting might happen, and sure enough, something did.
I was at a motorcycle event held every Friday the 13th in Port Dover, Ontario. I rode down on my 1981 BMW R100 with a Petri rangefinder from the 1950's or 60's. This event draws a biker crowd that includes outlaw motorcycle gangs (Hells Angels, Outlaws) on Harleys, vintage bikes, sport bikes, and (unfortunately) increasingly, cage drivers coming to gawk at bikers. (It's turned into a tourist event.)
Anyway, I was walking around snapping steet pictures when I happened upon this woman and a few of her friends. (I don't know why but I just knew she was going to flash. One of her friends had a disposable camera.) She saw me and my camera and I indicated with only gestures that she pose with the police officer. He saw me, she walked up to him, and they posed, simply because I had a camera. She was looking around and acting in such a way that made me think that something interesting might happen, and sure enough, something did.
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