My departure from yesterday's show at the South Street Whole Foods was delayed by the arrival of the Philly Naked Bike Ride.
All the vendors hung over the edge of the parking garage, cheering them on, while all our rides waited behind (enjoying the view?) before they could get into the garage to retrieve us.
Just another day in Philadelphia.
Looks like that would chafe.
Now I'm singing Queen's Fat Bottomed Girls!
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