This is my friend Becca’s photo from the World Naked Bike Ride on Saturday! I’m in the back somewhere, maybe that is my bikini top and white short shorts in the background?
It was a great ride, even though I was really tired/hungover/cold by the end. The funnest part is always getting ready, drinking gin and glitter painting each other.
The second funnest part is always hearing about it the next day. People are either completely freaked out, angry at the bikers taking up traffic (its 1.5 hours on a Saturday night, come on!), or are still shocked the next day. I’m sure before I moved to Portland I never thought I would want to ride my bike in front of thousands of people with my shirt off, but once you do it, its the most normal thing in the world. I’ve been trying to explain it to people the past couple days and at this point, I think you just have to experience it to understand.
The only part I dislike is the creeper guys skulking around the starting point, pointing their cameras straight at you and just STARING. But luckily the rest of the crowd is very supportive and yelling at the creeps to knock it off.
As much as I feel like a teenager screaming YOLO, it’s kind of true. Life is short, we’re only young once, and not much else feels as great as pushing yourself out of your comfort zone in order to experience life.