Why naked?

My fellow blogger, Blogmella, has wondered aloud at why I should want to do almost anything naked let alone ride a bike in that undraped way. Instead of a quick comment on her blog I now have the excuse to write something here.

Well, the first thing to remember is that nude is the natural human state – we were born that way – all of us. In my particular case I shall go to the grave like it too. To be naked is to be without artificial additives (clothes) and I find, in common with an estimated 1.5 million other people in this country, that it is a very comfortable way of being. Yes, I did just type 1.5 million. Apparently that is approximately equal to the number of people who attend church on Sundays regularly. That’s about 1 in 40 of the population, so if you know 40 people there’s an average chance one of them enjoys nude sunbathing, nude swimming or some form of nude recreation. If you know 80 people there’s 2 of ’em. How come you don’t know any? You quite possibly do only they’re not telling because they’re afraid of your reaction and what you’ll say.

Anyway, to get to the crux of the matter, or should that be the crutch? of Blogmella’s concerns over comfort and genital alignment I can assure you that naked cycling is extremely comfortable. Don’t think for one minute that a millimetre or two of cloth betwixt groin and saddle is going to be your saviour. Oh no, not with that ruddy great seam that runs up the middle which is surely designed to make cycling as uncomfortable as possible. And then there’s the constriction of trousers or shorts and their strangling effect which seems to be redoubled with Lycra.

For those of you who have even a fairly cursory knowledge of the male anatomy you will know that his genitals are somewhat dynamic in their size. Nature has also been thoughtful in providing a degree of retractibility in consideration of temperature and the possibility of injury or danger. It is these qualities that come to the fore when engaged in naked cycling. Simples!