Forget last week's drag races. These photos are from way, way, way back. (Told ya I got a little distracted in that hunt for the cabbage truck photo.)
Yes, maybe I could have been a car-show babe. Except never in my life have I felt comfortable in a bikini. This jumpsuit, though, totally rocked, as did my best friend's dad's Ford Falcon.
My grandmother had taken me shopping at Gimbels. I was sure she was planning to get me a Fair Isle sweater or something staid and preppy like that, but she saw the jumpsuit on a mannequin and said, "You should try that on!" I was shocked and impressed. And very happy.
I loved that jumpsuit so much I saved it. And wore it again three years ago to a vinyl party (as in 78 rpms) at Jen's place, along with a glitter wig I bought in Atlanta's Little Five Points somewhere around 1985.
No, I haven't saved everything I ever owned, but a few such choice items that are handy for dress-up. I'm just happy I can still fit in them.
Then there's this pic from 1988, shortly before I went to China:
That's my beloved hand-me-down Honda Accord hatchback, with a "semi-automatic" transmission. You shifted from first to second (but without a clutch) and then it would do the rest. Great pickup, which I made the most of. I totaled it in '92.
My crewcut was growing out, but not enough to prevent a lot of Chinese folks from speculating that I was really a boy, despite curves to the contrary.