On Saturday night, Brad and I set out to spend an evening with the other members of the Shyeah Fraternity (or Shyeahternity, as our t-shirts will eventually say), when a comedy of errors fighting parking downtown led to us throwing up our hands and deciding to do what we should have done in the first place and go to Devil’s Point. But as luck (?) would have it, when we pulled to a stop at that most hallowed of intersections Martin Luther King Junior Boulevard and Taylor Street, an officer of the law awaited us at the crosswalk, strategically placing several bright orange traffic control devices so as to stop the flow of traffic.
What proceeded then was one of the most charmingly weird things I’ve ever seen: A thousands-of-people-long parade of naked flesh. They rode bicycles, tricycles, skateboards, rollerblades, and Razor scooters (though I’m sorry to say I never saw anyone employing this mode of transportation). They came in all shapes, sizes, colors, and levels of attractiveness. They wore ridiculous costumes and body paint.
And they kept coming. And coming. Wave after wave of them. After ten minutes of naked cyclists, we began asking ourselves if this was real. After twenty minutes all we could do was laugh at the situation and the reactions of all the other people trapped at that stoplight with us, all the while surreptitiously scanning the crowd, hoping to see somebody we knew naked (where WERE you, Meredith?).
When the parade finally passed, we all huffed it back to the cars and sped into the night, with cell phones full of photos and a bizarre story to tell our friends.
But for me, the best part was one small nugget of irony: We were delayed in going to see strippers by 13,000 (not an exaggeration) naked people on bikes.
God, I love this town.
Damn it. I tried to post a comment and it didnt post! I was just saying how this comic is so great! Its awesome how you can see all the individual bikers. You did a fantastic job, Trev.
I had no idea Tycho & Gabe lived in Portland.
I like to think they moonlight in our far superior city.
Odd. I think that I reconize the blue guy as someones roomie.
That ninja’s cheating by not being very naked!
I resent the use of my last name in such a horrifying manner. The only actions I can take are to call my best friend and exclaim, “Did you see how my last name was used in that comic your brother’s friends do?!” This is upsetting…
Christ. I was afraid you were ACTUALLY my old 7th grade teacher for a minute. Maybe that’s a sign for me to be more judicious about the real names I use in the future.
My friend moved into a bed room this year that was once a room from someone who par took of last years naked bike ride.
The girl ended up sleeping with a man 20 years older then her who she met at the bike ride. The man ended up giving her herpes. The reason she moved is because she was asked to move by her room mates because she kept bringing over a weird 40 year old (this was a house full of men besides the girl).
Needless to say, the girl left the room a mess and the owner did not clean up the room. When my friend was cleaning it up, he found a herpes creme container, and insisted that the owner cleaned the room if he was going to live there.
Are you saying that I should get tested, after being in close proximity to thousands of these freaks?
Nah, I’m just sharing a little story. Don’t feel a need to read to deep into it. I’m pro nudity and sexuality, but all these “cacophony society-esque” events really just come off as sad and craving attention. Its like two cute girls making out with at a party, just kind of sad awkward and pathetic with some chads standing around loving it.