Tuesday, June 16, 2009

My other bike is jealous

My other bike doesn't have a basket filled with penis balloons. My other bike is blue. My other bike doesn't have a sticker on it that says "Porn Star." My other bike has never seen me naked. My other bike has never been in a mass with 5,000 (5,000!!!!) naked cyclists streaming through downtown Portland at midnight, the streets filled with cheering crowds of onlookers. My other bike doesn't have a bandana on the seat to protect it from my naked crotch. My other bike has never been out past dark. My other bike has never heard anyone scream, "I fucking love this city" or "Look, a girl with a basket full of penises" or "Let's do this every week! Let's just be naked forever!" My other bike is becoming politically active....in hopes that next year, she too, can go for a spin and light up the night at the World Naked Bike Ride.


Portland Rocks! The freedom! The joy! The thrill! The crazy energy! Cyclists and skateboarders and hippies and yippies stripped down to nothing, laughing and yelling and sweating right through downtown all butts and boobs and manly bits swinging and rocking and dangling and singing with raw, naked energy.
I just smiled and spun my legs and took it all in and felt so alive and fortunate to be part of something so insanely wonderful. My riding and running partner, BAK rocks too (Nude 5K before the WNBR!). He knows how to live BIG and is too cool for skool. Portland is crazy wound up right now with Gay Pride events and Pedalpalooza and bare buns runs and parades. What a joy to break free of the bubble and breathe pure oxygen at the top of a very interesting sort of mountain. Not Kansas. Not Oz. Something else entirely. Something wonderful....like the world in this wish bloom.

16 comments:

Anonymous said...

wow..seems like you had a lot of fun,..your post gives me a total new look on portland...:-)

plus nude biking is finally a thing men can do without looking like..uhm..dunno the right word but naked men, running, are rarely something nice to look at...now that i wrote that out loud it comes to my mind that running naked women arent much prettier..so the whole naked bike thing seems more and more like a fantastic idea to me...its cool..it must be fun..and as it seems it looks nice too..:-)

xxx

danielle

ps: i m jealos too..because i dont have a bike..damned!

Craig Sorensen said...

Sounds like a good time was had by all!

Emerald said...

Wow, how amazing! Thanks for posting!! :)

Shanna Germain said...

Damn it, now I'm jealous too!! Gah... missing Portland and its wild, wild heart! And its wilder girl!

Love, me.

ps -- my verification word is "tanisess" -- doesn't that just sound dirty? Can I have a basket full of tanisess?

Gina Marie said...

Hi Danielle, thanks for stopping by! There were cycling events all over the world to promote alternative energy and human power (and freedom and wackiness) so the event really gave me a whole new perspective of the entire planet.

I think it's interesting the way people react to naked anything in motion. "That would hurt" is the main complaint. It doesn't. Humans ran naked for millions of years before ever getting dressed. As for naked men and how they look running, walking or whittling, it's my opinion that they just look like naked men. Some are hot. Some not. Just like women. The human body looks much nicer sans clothing than stuffed into spandex anyway. Also, hardly anyone does these things to either see or be seen. It's about expression, going a little bit closer to the edge, and that wonderful feeling of all the winds of the world blowing across your bare skin.

Gina Marie said...

Craig! Yeah! Nobody was crying, that's for sure.

Gina Marie said...

Hi Emerald,

Thanks -- such a great experience. Not for everyone, but my kind of heaven.

Gina Marie said...

Hi Lovely Miss Shanna,

Portland misses your wild, wild heart! You can only have a basketful of those Tanis thingies if you bring me a bunch!

Next year -- get ready to ride lady!

BadAssKona said...

Sure feel sorry for your other bicycle!

neve black said...

My bike is jealous, no scratch that, and insert envious...too.

I think your heart, soul and boundless energy is all in the right place, grrrrl. You go! Life is meant to be lived like there's no tomorrow. Me thinks you could possibly be the new model for that slogan. ;-)

What a wonderful event and life time of memories and stories for you to tell. Rock on! Wooot!

Gina Marie said...

Hi BAK -- I'm sure my other bike will get some action before summer is over.

Neve! Woo! The mantra of the year is "why not?" I rarely come up with a good reason. Oh, you inspired me with your cilantro passion to cook up a spicy Mexican soup. The kitchen smelled divine the other night....of course I thought of you!

Donna said...

I feel sorry for your other bike, too! I also feel an urge to get me some penis balloons. Girl, you know how to have fun!

Shanna Germain said...

PS -- I'm getting a bike here on the Isle! FUCK YAH!

PPS -- my word is "Suress" Damn!

Erobintica said...

I went and found other pictures from the event - looks like a grand time was had by all! Methinks (seriously) that it's stuff like this that makes me hopeful we'll all be okay.

Haha - my word is "slepted"

I'm betting your bike slepted good after that!

Jeremy Edwards said...

Banana seats and bandanna seats!!

Gina Marie said...

Hi Donna, the funny thing is, I was just trying to make my basket "festive." I thought the display looked rather floral.... Until somebody yelled out "penis balloons!"

Shanna! Fuck Yah! Suress Shenanigans! Send a photo of you in your kilt on your bike with fun stuff in the basket. The ticks will never catch you on your speed racer!

Hi Jeremy, it was definitely a Gina Gina Bobina, bananfana-fo-fina sort of experience and I never even slipped on a peel!