It’s remarkable how nudity yields a different perspective by the general population during a World Naked Bike Ride in the U.S. In the hundreds of photos posted online you see far more spectators than bike riders, all of them grinning and/or snapping smart phone pictures. Suddenly the nude human body is as innocuous as all naturists know it to be. Obviously these are healthy events. Another event that’s gaining popularity is naked 5k runs. These are scheduled at nudist resorts all over the country. I recently went to one here in Texas. Great fun. It’s quite an experience to be situated in the middle of a couple hundred naked people. Many non-nudist runners have placed trying it on their bucket lists. I met a few there. Great way to promote body acceptance and naturism. .Pin It
You walk your bike into the park and find yourself surround by dozens of people who have collected for the ride. Some of them are pumping up tires, some are talking and laughing, many of them are nude. Scanning the crowd as you unbutton your shirt, you see men stepping out of their jeans and underwear, exposing theselves as if doing so was the most natural of activities. You see breasts swaying freely when a girl bends over to tie her shoes while her friend stuffs their clothes into a backpack.
You look down at your bike laying on the grass as you slip your shirt off your shoulders, wondering how you look compared to the other men here. Sitting on the grass to take off your shoes, you notice your heart beating faster. People are taking pictures with cameras and cell phones all around. Across the way a girl is writing something on a naked guy’s chest in body paint. Back on your feet, you unbutton your jeans, sucking up your courage, determined to go through with it. You’ve never done anything like this before, you have butterflies in your stomach.
A giddiness passes through you when you feel your jeans slide down your legs. Just as you go for your underwear, you notice a girl nearby looking at you, smiling. Even though she averts her eyes, you suddenly feel light headed, fighting back second thoughts. But no, you’re going through with it. Naked, you pick up your clothes and put them in your backpack, stunned when you turn and see the girl snapping your picture.
The crowd begins to thin as the participants push their bikes toward the starting line, most of them naked, all of them having fun. Most of the guys are naked. For their own reasons, some of the girls have left their panties on. You’re surprised by how many have shaved their pubic hair, guys and girls both, and wonder how you would look if you shaved yours.
You see people that have shed their inhibitions, ready to peddle through urban streets lined with onlookers taking pictures. You see penises of every shape and size, feeling more comfortable about the shape and size of your own. You see fat people and thin and in between, some in fine shape, others in want of a good exercise program. You see a guy sporting an erection and hope that doesn’t happen to you, though no one seems to notice or care.
You lift your leg over the bike, feel your balls dangling freely, feel your bare skin resting on the saddle. Your balls are splayed on the seat between your legs, your penis has drawn into your body with just then end of it peeking out. Looking around, you notice that seems to be common.
Eventually the ride begins. There is a grin on every face, an expression of exhilaration. The throngs lining the sidewalks are grinning too, and taking their pictures. You notice you don’t feel quite as naked as you did in the park, just the opposite, this feels natural.
The girl next to you hasn’t shaved. She’s peddling gayly, her breasts and hairy vulva fully exposed, her legs set in a casual rhythm. She looks at you and smiles, then glances down below your navel before she returns her eyes to crowded road ahead.
Sure, it’s a protest against carbon based fuels, but is that what this ride is really about? Maybe it’s also a protest against closed minds and misguided moral codes. Maybe it’s a rally for body acceptance, a way for the enlightened participants to enjoy their bodies, the feel of fresh air on their skin, and the freedom to be naked. Maybe it’s simply accepting the euphoric freedom to be exposed, to look at human bodies and feel the eyes of others on your own.
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They collect in a shaded park or a vacant parking lot in the morning. It’s time to get their bikes ready and take off their clothes. First timers may be a little apprehensive, especially those new to public nudity. Those that have ridden before are invigorated by the thrill of doing it again.
The women on whole are likely to be a bit more modest than the men. Most will go topless, though some leave their panties on. Men, generally proud of their penises, suffer fewer reservations about letting it all hang out.
Their age, body weight, occupation or penis size doesn’t matter. They are all human replete with their own particular flaws. All that is required is a sense of humor and a desire for a little adventure, a yearning inside to try something new, something unconventional and daring.
Naked bike riding … the women’s breasts sway under their own weight as the ladies lean over the handlebars. large small and in between, nipples of different colors and shapes, a treat you don’t get to witness everyday, not to mention all those round asses and hips and lovely cracks that offer up delightful hints of female mystery.
The men’s penises shrink and retract endearingly as they sit on the saddle, resting with a sense of security on a familiar pair of testicles. Those with larger penises less prone to retract will have them hanging down between their legs, bobbling gloriously as they peddle. As the day passes, as you marvel at the various sizes and shapes, you never tire of checking them out.
As the collection of humanity rides through the streets, smiling and grinning in fluid motion, throngs often line the curbside snapping pictures. The nude cyclists passing in mass is a delight to behold, many of the spectators fantasizing about being among them, if only they had had the nerve to join them, if only they had know.
They are the ones enjoying life, daring to be bold, setting aside their long held reservations. They are the pioneers of the twenty-first century, the ones that take chances, the ones that challenge themselves on new paths unexplored. They are the ones that recognize we are all human, that we come in all shapes and sizes, rich and poor, fat and thin, young and old, equals all on a day spent on their bikes with no clothes. They are the ones that know our bodies are beautiful and natural, that it’s the simple things we enjoy that make life worth living.
It’s a study of how we visualize our bodies. Some of us shave our pubic hair, men and women alike. Some of us leave our pubic hair natural and we stand out with those dark triangles of hair below our bellies. Some of the men trim their pubic hair down to a thin geometrical Continue readingPin It
For those who know the joy of riding a bicycle, feeling the breeze in your face, feeling your muscles at work and in tune with the machine, watching the road pass beneath your front wheel, you can imagine the thrill of naked bike riding.
The World Naked Ride, an event that attracts unexpected numbers, perhaps an event that has come to your city. They gather in parks and parking lots, pump up their tires and take off their clothes. Through city streets lined with onlookers they go, countless cameras and cell phones snapping pictures. The common thread: they’re naked and they’re smiling.
I’ve been remiss by not including women on this series, when they clearly make an important part of the whole, the daring, adventurous and intriguing women that don’t hesitate to get out of their clothes and mount a bike right along with the men. They are the kind of women I like to know, not to mention they are a beautiful sight to behold as they peddle along the byways in front of countless picture-taking onlookers, their curves a delightful contrast to the geometrical lines of the bicycle, their breasts swaying in all shapes and sizes, their shapely butts jiggling over every jarring bump in the road.
This is one of my favorite series. For one thing these carefree images show that men come in all shapes and sizes, as do their penises. These images show the spirit of men, their sense of adventure, their sense of humor, their natural disposition to body acceptance. Few exercises are healthier, or more wholesome, or less stressful to your mind and body than bike riding. What could be more fun than getting rid of your clothes and joining a throng of free-spirited naked cyclists.
Biker’s get naked for Earth Day
By Christopher Crosby in the Maine Campus
As the sun glinted off of assembled bikes, the air ripe with the smell of drying paint and the scents of spring, a slight breeze carried trills of nervous laughter and ruffled through shirts and pants scattered haphazardly on the packed dirt road.
Around me, belt and bra buckles unclasped in unison and fell to the ground.
I hesitated, looking around at the 50 plus people in various states of undress and, taking a deep breath, I removed the last vestiges of my modesty.
For nature and journalism, I was prepared to do my part.
Whether loved or hated, the much-anticipated naked Earth Day bike ride, a University of Maine tradition, was back again.
Dating back to 1970, April 22 sees celebrations on campus of International Mother Earth Day, as it is recognized by the United Nations.
Embracing the all-natural spirit, I joined other brave souls to bare all for the planet. Disrobing, we smeared ourselves in green paint — some applying lotion to keep themselves sleek and shiny.
I arrived at the determined meeting point — the out-of-the-way intersection of Grove Street and Allagash Road — panting for breath. My trusty steed, a relic of a bicycle with two flat tires, seemed inadequate. I was sure I would end up separated from the group.
Trying to shake my trepidation, Amy M-, one of the event’s organizers, said it was the largest showing of nude bikers she had seen in her three rides.
“It’s great every year,” she said. “It’s liberating.”
Bryan Mayo, a relaxed three-year naked ride veteran and co-organizer for this year’s event, described what would be the worst-case scenario.
“Falling off your bike,” Mayo said. “It’s the only rule we really have: If one person goes down, we all wait.”
After clothes are removed and collected in a volunteer’s car, the crew sets off. John V- and Robert K- — struck by a touch of genius and wielding the shaft of a vuvuzela — lashed a chair to a platform and pulled the contraption behind a bike chariot-style.
The most adventuresome of the lot — a unicyclist whose wheel was adorned with a paper reconstruction of the earth — boldly peddled in the front of the line.Pin It