Cyclists around the country bared their bottoms to protest Big Oil last Saturday. Bikers from New York to Seattle to Miami trolled around their cities -- sans vetements -- as part of the World Naked Bike Ride, an organization whose mission might as well read: strip 'n ride for human rights.
I usually listen to bike enthusiasts with the same level of attention I give to people who tell me to install an alarm system for my apartment. It's a good idea, but it's just not part of my lifestyle.
But this year, I'm hearing the tooting horns of these spokespeople for the bicycling life, and I'm thinking about climbing aboard that outrageously uncomfortable bike seat. (But I plan to do it fully clothed.)