More ass, less gas
My first naked immersion has me pedalling with eyes avertedBy Sheila Gostick
“You were born naked!” is a slogan I hear repeated at the annual Naked Bike Ride on Saturday, June 11, which commenced in the cool lake breeze of Coronation Park. Born naked, maybe. But I’ve yet to hear of a case of born riding a bicycle.
It’s only by eavesdropping that I learn the point of the thing: to emphasize the fragility of the human body and the stark contrast between big fossil-fuel-burning death machines and little person-powered two-wheelers.
I’m way early, so it’s great. There’s nobody but the amiable guy who’s not the organizer, because there isn’t one. And right now he’s got clothes on. I’m in a satin shirt, wool suit, overcoat and hat. Also a paisley scarf. I’ve never had much curiosity about what people look like naked, and have successfully avoided such knowledge my whole life.
Instead, I wonder what everyone would look like well-dressed. My slogan would be “People are like salad – they need dressing.” .............(more)
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