30 years riding, 15 years writing
Virginia Beach, late seventies, early eighties, was full of nudists.
There was this one time that my brother-in-law and I were riding around in his boat and came around Virginia Beach. To our astonishment, there was this lady, perfectly tanned head to toe, long blonde hair slapping her buttocks as she walked down the beach with her two huge dogs.
We struck up a conversation with her, just to get her to stop in front of our beached boat. The dogs eyed us like they were ready to jump aboard and chomp down on us, so we kept the conversation short and polite.
I’ll never forget that day, and neither did Luis.
distance 15.49 miles