Flashes of Panic

I need to come up with a racing suit for New Englands. (Worth thinking about since today is the birthday of the Responsible Party.)

The Responsible Party has suggested this or this, but it should be noted that I lack most of the musculature of the folks in the picture. (Of course, if there was ever a context in which this was acceptable, this is it.)

Worth noting: the swimwear mail-order house is here, not here. (Work safe, if you were worried.)