“23 minutes we ride! Clothes off!”
After the midnight count-down to pants down, the 90 people at the dance met another slew of naked people in the street all waiting for the moment of truth. Clothes were stuffed into saddle bags, body paint was slapped on. The one toddler, who was not naked, but well bundled up against the chilly night winds, was strapped onto his seat and into his helmet. Not everyone was naked, but everyone was sexy!.”
The figure of 169 riders mentioned later in the report represents folks who joined after the start. But that’s not all — a number of spectators apparently joined in the fun also:
I saw a few not-so-innocent bystanders swinging their own clothes and personal fetters around their heads in support.
Sounds like a good time was had by all.
Here’s a handful of photos documenting the fun.