Ya gots it..
I have a slide (unfortunately) of moi, astride a tricked-out Norton Dominator [!! -- heh; model name] at Teh Hallow'd Isle of Man -- with red beret + giant grin, astride a pukka race bike.
This bloke {somehow?|} detected that I be of Yank ancestry and ... in the spirit of the day:
lent me his amateur racer, so I could briefly experience being on The Actual Road on which fearless superstars would next day -->| decelerate from the ton, to make it around Ramsey Hairpin, where we were gathered -- a good spot to actually See the riders' visages, rather than a blur.
(Road open for everyone, day before -- it is, of course a real Road on a beautiful island.)
Sheer exhilaration, tempered by the caution: thou shalt Not drop This Plot!
So, it's a Special beret.
Jeez ... wtf is the ascii table? {sniff} no more ALT 0xxx :-/
But actually: I have misplaced this relic at the moment, so it's a Virtual-topper, y'know..
(Put away for safekeeping. Yeah.. Where?!)
