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I took Ruby Redcar out for a spin today, one of my favorite routes around the Palos Verdes peninsula. I pulled in to the whale-watch center at Point Vicente, a very pretty area with a historic lighthouse nearby. It's a nice place to stop for a stretch, which is necessary fairly often if you're six feet tall, sixty years old, with a problematical prostate (on second thought, let's not go there), and driving a Bugeye.
As I pulled into the parking lot, a photographer came up to me. He said that they were taking wedding pictures, and asked if he could photograph the couple in my car. Sure, I said, why not?
So, the couple squeezed into the Bugeye, tried to find some place to stuff the wedding gown, and spent about 10 minutes taking at least a bazillion pictures. The people in the wedding party had their cameras out as well, and were clicking away merrily.
I gave the photographer my business card and asked him to email me a copy of one or two pictures, which he readily agreed to do. I hope he doesn't forget. I almost brought my own camera with me, but decided at the last minute not to bring it--after all, it would probably just be something to worry about. I won't make that mistake again!
When it was all over, I drove off, with more clicking behind me, them thanking me, and me giving my best wishes to the happy couple. I'm still chuckling.
As I pulled into the parking lot, a photographer came up to me. He said that they were taking wedding pictures, and asked if he could photograph the couple in my car. Sure, I said, why not?
So, the couple squeezed into the Bugeye, tried to find some place to stuff the wedding gown, and spent about 10 minutes taking at least a bazillion pictures. The people in the wedding party had their cameras out as well, and were clicking away merrily.
I gave the photographer my business card and asked him to email me a copy of one or two pictures, which he readily agreed to do. I hope he doesn't forget. I almost brought my own camera with me, but decided at the last minute not to bring it--after all, it would probably just be something to worry about. I won't make that mistake again!
When it was all over, I drove off, with more clicking behind me, them thanking me, and me giving my best wishes to the happy couple. I'm still chuckling.
