Today is delicious.
I was walking down Yonge Street this afternoon, just north of Bloor — and what did I see but a legion of naked men and women on bikes, smiling, laughing and jingling bells. A crowd had assembled at the corner of Yonge and Bloor to watch the bare bikers bell past them, and on up the street. Some had their cameras out, while others just gaped. A man standing beside me, somewhere in his late 50s, had a wide watermelon grin on his face.
But once the initial shock subsided, the question remained: Why on earth was there a band of naked people on bikes rolling through the city? The answer: the World Naked Bike Ride.
Now, what is this World Naked Bike Ride, and why did it happen? According to the designated Wikipedia page, it’s a yearly event in cities around the world to “celebrate cycling and the human body.” As one rider shouted as he peddled his pink bottom up the street, “Burn fat, not gas!”
A worthy cause. An even worthier photo op.