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World Naked Bike Ride: I’ll Do It Next Year

On Saturday 8th June, hundreds of naked cyclists took to the streets of London wearing little more than a smile and a pair of sunglasses.

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The cyclists baring all. I hope they’re wearing suncream.

Taking off (pardon the pun) from five stations (Marble Arch, Regent’s Park, King’s Cross, Clapham Junction and West Norwood), the cyclists of the annual World Naked Bike Ride literally put themselves out there, protesting against car culture and oil dependency, before converging at Hyde Park Corner.  Having caught up with the WNBR cruising down Haymarket, it became evident that “burning fat, not oil”, was not the only burning that was taking place; bare cheeks on sweaty seats could anticipate a fair bit of bum chaffage, after a few miles, to be sure.

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A WNBR seat cover

I was more than tempted to do the bike ride this year, however in order to do so, I would have had to get over my fear; not of nakedness but of bicycles, or rather the riding of said bicycle.  Having crashed one of those dodgy mopeds in Laos a few years ago, I have since avoided all locomotives apart from my legs as I just can’t be trusted to operate any moving vehicle.  However, after seeing two naked pensioners being pulled along in a makeshift chariot, I’m sure there will be other ways to participate in the World Naked Bike Ride next year.

But before that day comes, I have some burning questions.  Where does one leave their clothes; are there special naked bike race day lockers put up at various points around the route?  I remember finding myself dancing next to a naked man in a club once and thinking the same thing; does he turn up in clothes and check each item in at the cloakroom once he’s unrobed and ready to rock, or does he just queue for the club, naked bar a suspect trench coat, and stash it under one of the tables?

It's all about the body freedom

It’s all about the body freedom

Where does one keep their phones, keys and cash?  Without wishing to be vulgar, perhaps it gives an all new meaning to the term, “bum bag”?

What about the actual moment of undress?  When you go the doctor and end up having an examination of your bits, they always leave the room, as if undressing in front of them is more intimate than the internal examination; well it is a bit.

And then there’s the end of the race; does everyone just hang around, slapping each other on the back having completed the nine mile ride, in true naked camaraderie?  Or is there a dash to the nearest pile of clothes, a flurry of hurried dressing and the potential of ending up in a stranger’s jeans?

I was glad I saw the race in all its naked glory plus all the added extras;  bow ties, masks, body paint and their own messages of protest.  One such gentlemen (accessorising his nakedness with a hat and pair of walking boots) had “free the naked rambler” attached to his bicycle and had no qualms about getting his point out there, dismounting his bike to ask a passer by to take a photo of him on the West End street.  Outside Pizza Express; very political.  I also very much enjoyed sharing the pavement with him.

The real naked rambler

The real naked rambler

There was plenty to see and learn in order to be fully prepared next year.  The most important thing to consider came from seeing the panic stricken face of one cyclist as he raced to catch up with the naked mass.  It would seem that the WNBR is like the fire drills you have at school; the key is to never get left behind.  Otherwise, a fantastic way to make a statement quickly becomes the equivalent to the walk of shame.  There’s enough of that in Piccadilly Circus as it stands, so keep up with the race and leave the shame to the hen parties.


For more information see the official website.

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About iamlikeawednesday

With a stick of rock and deckchair in tow, I arrived from the sea-side three years ago. Being half mermaid, I’ve been dipping my tail into all things London. Including the Thames (not recommended). I like all things free, as the best things in life are, and will only leave a party or club at gunpoint. Come say hello! I’m the one dancing with the weirdo in stonewash denim, shouting “one more!” as the lights come up…

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  1. Great write-up! One correction: “On Saturday 8th *JUNE 2013* [not July], hundreds of naked cyclists took to the streets of London…”

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  2. Clothes: pannier or rucksack, or with a trusted friend who is joining you.
    Keys/wallet/phone: corner bag, saddle bag or with clothes.
    Moment of undress: undress whenever you feel comfortable; some wait until 2/3 miles into the ride when the crowds have dispersed; at the start when others are disrobing it isn’t as scary as you’d expect though.
    Similarly at the end, you just find a spot and get dressed. Some hang around for a while naked, posing for photos etc. Those that are nervous are welcome to stop and dress before the end of the ride as well.

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