http://www.energybulletin.net/print/58070On the 4th of July my wife Julie and I were biking through downtown Minneapolis to see fireworks at the Mississippi River when someone shouted at us: “Take your clothes off.” We weren’t sure whether to be offended or flattered, until realizing we had pedaled into the midst of a naked bicycle ride.
Well not quite naked, but several hundred people on bikes were approaching us in their underwear—skimpy underwear without a stitch of lycra. They were having a great time on a still-85 degree summer evening. And so was everyone watching them.
Bare naked ladies? Almost? OK, not quite.
