World Naked Bike Ride: "As Bare As You Dare"

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Date:

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Time:

7:00 PM - 9:00 PM

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Vigil/Ritual

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Meet at corner of Ceder and Spruce

This is part of the annual World Naked Bike Ride. Come join us. It's a body positive, fun, easy bike ride through the city of Santa Cruz. Naked. Let's make some people smile!

Meet at 7pm, ride at 9pm. Meet at corner of Ceder and Spruce. See flier for details.

One origin story about the ride reports that the first ride in Spain had a political message of safety for cyclists: "Dear Car Drivers, when you meet a bicyclist on the road, please be very careful, we are so vulnerable to injury if we crash, as if we were NAKED!" And thus the naked bike ride was born to call attention to the protection of cyclists in the eyes of car drivers. In portland, there is a dance party before the midnight ride, and people paint pro-bike slogans on their naked backs and butts...."one less car" "Keep the fun between your legs!"

Added to the calendar on Fri, Jun 12, 2009 2:48PM

§SC Nekkid Ride Report Back

by it's a mystery!

Mon, Jun 15, 2009 5:10PM

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3.22 minutes after 9pm; ten of us strip down to our skivvies, chonies ("cho-nees"), unmentionables, "other" smiles, birthday suits, and titties. we ride. the air is cool but gets colder as we move faster; pure pleasure shop is having a "pleasure" party, we pull over and run inside. Ladies giggle and cheer, bros look uncomfortable, the vibrators and dildos smile.

down pacific ave, graduation night, every stop sign is a yield, every car behind us a peepshow spotlight, every breeze a fierce stimulation. we are a fast but popular parade, taking the whole lane, receiving cheers, honks, hoots, cat-calls, suggestive fingers. the unimaginative pull out their cell phone/cameras and try to capture the moment. fucking fools. we streak Camouflage (I would have preferred Borders) and the ladies behind the counter say to be careful what we touch or more importantly where it touches. We strut into the "latex and lube" backroom and send middle class professional running for the emergency exit.

back on wheels; fireworks are exploding! bright giant orgasmic safflowers, purples, oranges, red, blues, BOOM! CRACK! we find the levy and head for the boardwalk. I comment to Wasabi how repressed this culture is, how deep down inside, even if we're technically secular, we still carry the disease of religious shame, shame of our bodies, where nudity is only equated with sex, and considered indecent, and OMG check out those fireworks!

The boardwalk crowd loves us even more than downtown - someone offers one of our riders a beer, only the rider isn't aware of it, and the precious alcohol ends up missing his mouth and hitting his neck. Grandmas hug their children close they are so excited to see us. Suddenly, everyone's nekkid too, teens, moms, dads, children, elderlies, overweight, underweight, brown skin, pink skin, taught skin, loose skin, big bodies, little bodies, long ones, short ones, pert ones, voluptuous ones, soft ones, hard ones - everyone is beautiful, even is equal, there will never be another exact copy of you, not in eternity. The crowd lines the bike path and cheers us on, everyone shouting, "Liberacion! Liberacione! Liberation!"

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