This is it, I’ve peaked. I’m making arrangements to retire in the south of France as many men of my now intimidating stature do.
I will regale the locals with tales of that famous day, when I made this.
“But how deed you doo eeet Meester. Scudamore”, (they’re French and that’s how they sound, I’ve even made them speak English in their own country).
For now some more photos.