I vividly remember the first time I ran across one of these contraptions. I was visiting friends in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, driving down a 3 lane boulevard, clipping along when all of a sudden traffic came to a halt just before a large curve. Accident, I thought, as we crawled ever so slowly towards the curve.
It was no accident. As I turned the corner I saw the cause of this traffic nightmare. It was a very, very, very, very, very healthy, nicely tanned, gorgeous blonde dressed in the tiniest sling bikini peddling hot-dogs on the sidewalk. Her back was beautifully arched and the back of the sling was taut, much like a long-bow - what a sight. Talk about rubber-necking.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
A photographer writes
Labels: slingshot stories