Sometimes, you have to strip down to find out what really moves you. And sometimes, you just have to go 25 miles per hour to feel a breeze that actually saves your life.
And the heat does care. It dictates the rules. By 11:00 AM, the pavement is too hot for bare feet, hence the Tevas. By noon, the plastic seats of the Vespas become miniature frying pans. I watch a woman named Diane drape a damp chamois cloth over her seat. “Secret trick,” she winks. “Evaporative cooling. Also keeps you from sticking to the vinyl.” Scooters Sunflowers Nudists Temp
I’m standing at the edge of a gravel parking lot in rural Wisconsin, watching a man in his sixties zip past on a lime-green Vespa. He is wearing nothing but a pair of Tevas and a smile. Behind him, a sea of sunflowers stretches toward a hazy horizon, their massive heads tracking the sun like loyal disciples. Sometimes, you have to strip down to find
This is the annual "Pollinator Run"—part charity scooter rally, part sunflower festival, and, for a dedicated few, a mobile nudist enclave. It dictates the rules
By J. Sinclair