My father was an Olympic level swimmer in college in the late 50's. One day (when I was about 16) as he was cleaning up his office he found his old racing suit (much like a speedo). With a sudden surge of vanity he decided to see if they still fit. They did and he was so excited that he walked out into the family room to show everyone. They were red and a bit worn. I thought my mom was going to have a heart attack, she actually yelled at him to go change. I found a quick excuse to leave the room, I have no clue what my sister did. The sight of him in those red speedo-type shorts was reminisent of this:
