A number of years ago I was living in northwest Houston,,, hot, humid, Houston. Every morning (around 5 AM) before going to work I would ride my bike for 20-30 minutes throughout the neighborhood. Usually I wore sneakers, a t-shirt and shorts. Well this particular morning I donned my tennis shoes only – don’t ask me why. And Off I went into the dawn.
The typical morning in our neighborhood at 5 AM was just a few cars with folks finding their way to the freeway to get to work. This one morning I approached a stop sign that I usually just drove through…usually no cars around. Well a couple of cars were coming so I had to stop. And then a car pulled up next to me with three women in the car. They noticed my sneakers, etc and one of them lowered her window and said “nice sneakers” and they all laughed. I did too. So off I went but turned from my usual route to lesser traveled streets…and they followed. This went on for a couple of streets and I finally stopped. We had a brief friendly exchange and through the laughter and quips I invited them to bike with me the following morning. Again, we all had a good laugh. I never saw them again. It was very humorous, and certainly more intimidating than anything. I guess my vulnerabilities were pretty obvious! But, to be honest, I wonder what I would have done had they shown up ready to bike with me. And yes, I did bike in the nude on a number of other occasions but only when it was a little darker than on this particular morning.