I remember
being in London and seeing one of those naked bike rides for charity or AIDS or dolphins or whatever. Thing is, I think if you're looking at a large collective of naked people it seems less of a deal.

However, I can only assume one guy either broke down, lost his way or was trying to catch up but we saw him, alone, pedalling frantically a good 3 or 4 minutes after the main group had passed.

Being naked and alone on a bike in central London is a totally different story.
(Tiny Blindfolded Horse Kitten sound car horns would end road rage, Thu 17 Jul 2014, 19:52, Reply)