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« on: June 16, 2016, 12:17:42 PM »
Unlike John P, I participated in the 2016 World Naked Bike Ride series, in Bristol. It was my third ride, having done Bristol and Exeter last year. We were a jolly crowd, officially 204 in number, doing two laps around the Bristol city centre, passing down pedestrian precincts, through parks, past the marriage registry office, to the amusement and apparent encouragement of most of the onlookers, of whom there were many on a Saturday lunchtime. Legally, a column of cyclists is one long vehicle, so once the front has passed a green traffic signal everyone can follow through any subsequent red phases. This disrupted the car and bus traffic very nicely, but nobody seemed to mind.
In one of the parks there was a troupe of drummers performing an apparently endless routine. We passed them twice, and both times there was a stop, which allowed riders to abandon the bikes and indulge in a spot of naked dancing. This shows up rather well in the online videos that I have seen.
There was little police interest evident, not least because they were expecting trouble from a rally at the same time nearby, organised by the politically ultra far right English Defence League, an event which always attracts an opposing group looking for a fight. In the event, it not come to very much.
We circled the city centre for over two hours, on a cloudy but just warm enough day. The participants were mainly male, 80% perhaps, and most of us were naked. Slogans and body paint abounded. Mainly conventional bicycles, with a smattering of electric and recumbent machines, and one unicycle.
Participating in WNBRs feels to me rather surreal, being naked in a clothed world with none of the concerns that are inevitably at the back of my mind when indulging in Free Range naturism on my own. It is certainly enjoyable, being able to cycle with nakedness as an incidental. Of course, as a WNBR rider you are going to appear in online videos as well as on countless smartphones around the world if that bothers you. But as an elderly male, I am not a subject as cameraworthy as a nude girl! I had my claim to fame many years ago when I appeared naked on the cover of an English woman's magazine
All too soon, it came to an end, and it would have been ideal to drive the hundred miles home naked. However, a summer Saturday afternoon on a motorway is not the right place, so I had to be content with an unbuttoned shirt and one of Scott's Running Kilts tucked under my seatbelt unless passing high vehicles.
Here's to the Exeter event in a few weeks time!
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