The staging area for our edition of the World Naked Bile Ride was a parking lot, much too small for the crowd that showed up. The cyclists spilled out into the adjacent street. No one had a clear idea as to which way to turn. The resulting anarchy seemed quite fitting for the occasion. There was something about the whole scene that kept reminding me of the first verse of Bob Dylan's Desolation Row.
The ride goes out onto the street tomorrow.
The ride goes out onto the street tomorrow.
5 comments:
voila une manifestation amusante et originale. j'aime bien le réparateur ambulant ;))
I don't understand this event. A person who is healthy enough to be a cyclist should not have a cigarette in his mouth.
Oh, I can surely see the challenges to figuring out how to avoid showing too much in shots like these...
Many people do indeed look better with their clothes on . . .
Someone should tell that guy about the dangers of smoking!
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