Sometimes, we love our idiosyncrasies so much, it drives us to do some very interesting things.
In 2006, when I was still living in Mexico City, I was sitting around in my apartment when someone texted me: it was my good friend, Miriam, a reporter for a local magazine. She told me to come quick to the Zocalo, the large central plaza of Mexico City and from where I lived only a scare two blocks away, because she was covering a cyclists "march". Protesting the scant traffic laws that protected the common biker, the local bike club, Cleto Sapiens, decided to do a protest march in the nude.
Here are some of the images:
The moto-reporter, on the other hand, looks like he/she should be roasting.
All that skin on the left and absolutely no skin on the right.
"El coche te mata, la bici te rescata."
"A car can kill you, a bike can save you."
"Respeto al ciclista.
Muevete en tu bici.
"Respect for the cyclist.
Move around on your bike.
This cyclist was wearing combat boots, a backpack, a ski mask and a cap, with a pipe in his mouth.
He had posed for this photo with one of the many groups of Aztec dancers that can be found in the plaza.
All I have to say is that sometimes, reality far outweighs anything that you can cook up in your imagination.