OK had a few beers.... please check each other out before someone accepts a ride.....
well unless she is hot and you have a camera... j/k
That triggers a story. Sebring 1986, hanging around the track well into Sunday afternoon, few people left. We're chatting up this chick walking around; a Tampa Trib photographer comes by. We coax her into showing her titties (which, if I remember right, were the only ones I saw all weekend). She needs a ride; the photog gives her a lift. Flash ahead one year--Sunday after the race again. We run into the same photographer, ask him about his fare. Seems that he talked her into a little private photo shoot on the way home.