Shall I share with you some photos of the Philly Naked Bike Ride?
It was a grand event, and rarely do I enjoy seeing so much flesh!
We gathered at Rittenhouse Square with other giddy spectators.
Participants awaiting the arrival of the herd. We shamelessly watched.
Andras - cheater!
This makes me chortle!
so long, friends!
All of those blessed riders have larger kiwis than me (I know because I seen 'em).
Now then, just the day prior to the bike ride was the Redbull Flugtag. Although it was generally a miserable time, it may have been worth it.
We stood behind and briefly met these kiddos:
Now, if only I had known that the following day I was going to see the boy on the right naked, I would have certainly taken a better photo! It is him, I know it.
The tragic and abrupt death of my camera's lens was not the ideal way to end the weekend. Although, I certainly don't dread having to purchase a better one.