Midsummer fun
An acquaintance (dude off a mountain biking internet forum where I knew most other people in the flesh, but not this particular one) decided to organise a naked mountain bike race on midsummer evening.

The list of participants was huge (well, 10) but as the day approached they found their babysitters had cancelled on them, including those without kids. In the end there were three of us left.

About 5 minutes before I arrive, participant 3's better half texts me to say he's stuck in work and won't be coming. That left me, and a painter/decorator I'd never met before.

After being brave enough to ask the only other guy in the car park who I'd never met before if he was here for the naked bike riding, we headed off out of the car park to a quiet spot before we got butt naked and headed off down some rocky singletrack.

There were a few close shaves: as we got to a road section we waited behind the trees for a car to pass (I don't think they saw us anyway) and as we passed a farm the dogs started barking and coming after us to investigate the hairy masses passing through their patch.

We donned our lycra for the final descent back to the car park. Which was lucky as I crashed out on a bend and had to limp back bleeding at the elbows. The lycra saved me from gravel rash in places you don't really want gravel rash.

Luckily the fuzz weren't out that night (or anyone else for that matter) as I doubt they would have believed our story, especially with just the two of us there.
( thistle, Thu 27 Jan 2011, 20:05, Reply)