The “Worldwide” naked bike ride is an infamous, annual bike ride/ protest in which participants strip to their skins and ride their bikes collectively through the streets of Portland, for many reasons. One being to protest fossil fuels. Any reason to get naked, right?
Day 3 in Portland, I was privileged to have a bike already and able to participate in the wild ride. Truly my favorite two things, riding bikes and being naked. I tried my best to document it while still participating. All shots come from a moving bicycle!
I am sure all of the old people secretly really love this celebration. G-pa has been waiting all year to see a good ol’ fashion pair o’ titties. Luckily for this grandpa and his un-pictured pal, the route this years route to the starting park ran right through his neighborhood.
This is Fernwood Park. Where the event officially began.
Some spectators were more creepy than others.
I guess I was kind of a spectator to some degree, I did a fair share of observing and well, snapping pics of random naked strangers. Just as creepy as this guy. My justification however was that I was also a naked participating stranger, too.
Here are my creepy shots, claims to fame:
Body paint was available and fully utilized.
I was lucky to make friends with the random dude who offered to paint my back. I was gonna wear a chic little vest, why not embrace the whole experience. Nice big clover, with a right leaning IRISH under it.
The ride is nude-ing right along as the crowd sets to take over the streets of Portland.
Looking behind, the wave of naked people is endless.
It’s getting dark. You know what they say, the freaks come out at night!
Earth to turtle. What the shell? Get naked like the rest of us, creep.
Like this guy! Peer. Naked. Pressure. Works.
Hey it is my new friend Max!
Ahaha get it.
All these naked bodies. Got me some feeling unic-horny~
Just to remind you:
“WE ARE NOT THINGS”
Also that guy nearly running into the road sign is kind of funny.
Not only could the skateboarders keep up with the bikes, they could pull fancy shit like this guy. Five seconds later:
^^^^ Reality check!
Prime photo opp.
The end is nearing. That doesn’t stop homeboy from still steady gathering high-fives!
This blurry man butt has been running the whole time.
Where’s Waldo- beanie?
The night is starting to blur. I’m fading. Where are my clothes.
This girl needs a beer.
God bless Sayde.
And this guy selling incense.
Time for the long haul.
What a night. What a life. I love you PDX!