Saturday night I rode my bike naked for the very first time. Me and about 100 or so other intrepid souls bared all in the name of bike fun. We met in SE and rode across the Hawthorne bridge and did a few loops around downtown.
I couldn’t tell if my headache was from being so cold or because I was yelling so darn much. Either way, it was easily one of the most memorable things I’ve ever done…on or off a bike!
I love the diversity of the Portland bike scene. Start the morning leading kids on bikes in a parade…and end the day terrorizing unsuspecting tourists while riding stark naked through the city. Yeah!
At the pre-ride dance party, I snapped this photo of a friend’s back. I told him to keep his pants on because I knew I’d be posting it to this blog…see, I’m always looking out for my readers!
