Because it’s freeing—like, genuinely freeing. After about ten minutes, you stop caring about who sees what. You realise that everyone’s bodies are just vehicles for a good time, and the ride becomes pure, silly joy. The wind on your skin, the laughter of strangers, the feeling of cycling past the Houses of Parliament with your bare feet on the pedals—it’s a memory you’ll treasure forever.
And hey, if you’re worried about judgment: don’t be. The crowd is incredibly supportive. People clap, wave, and take photos (with your permission). One guy held up a sign that said, “You’re all beautiful, now please put on some shorts for the sake of my diet.” Laughter is guaranteed.
