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Originally Posted by jeffyb05
There were some crazy b*tches at the WNBR in Portland.One attacked me and tried to break my camera. I got some minor sc****s,but she lost (and the camera is okay). This was on a PUBLIC street too! WTF?
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mmmm......they don't like cameras at the Portland ride. I mean, that sucks what happened, but its not an isolated incidence. Even if you are within your legal right, it might not stop you from being harassed. I have tried to take pics a couple of times and have met with some resistance, so I know. I hope you were able to get a few shots off regardless - maybe that would make the effort and what happened worth the price.
Anyway, I was going to post about the Portland mega-WNBR night ride. Every year, Portland tries to outdo itself and clobber the competition while vying for bragging rights to the worlds largest naked bike ride. And once again, they reigned supreme. I'm not very good at estimating crowds once they get above a few thousand, so I'll wait for others to offer a figure. But it was certainly the largest assemblage of naked flesh I have ever witnessed, and I was at last years ride!
This years ride gathered just east of the Willamette River in a vacant lot. The lot was closed off to non riders, but it didn't seem to really matter that much. Nudes spilled over as they always do into the street, the sidewalk, nearby property - just about anywhere you can squeeze bodies there were bodies. And when the time came to start the ride, a roar like I have never heard before rose from the throng. It sounded like the Roman Colessum or something.
That meant it was time to hunker down and try to avoid getting trampled by thousands of naked people and their bikes as they streamed forward, shouting encouragement to one another while lecturing onlookers to get naked. Once the ride got going, it must have been three quarters of a mile long. Women probably made up close to 50 percent of the bikers, and practically all were twentysomethings. I feel now like I probably have intimate familiarity with about a quarter of the under 30 females that live in Portland's Hawthorne District. I wonder if anyone stayed behind or did roving biker gangs go house to house, dragging everyone reluctant to ride by the hair? It sure seemed like it...
So, yeah - it was great
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