At first, the scene feels like a surrealist painting. —the small-wheeled, underpowered cousins of motorcycles—putter along a dirt path that cuts through a ten-acre field of sunflowers . The bikes are decorated with streamers, baskets full of cold drinks, and in several cases, cleverly placed cardboard signs reading, "Eyes up here, please."
The heat is the great equalizer. As I learn from “Captain Kirk” (a retired librarian and the unofficial leader of the Bare-as-You-Dare Scooter Club ), the high is the catalyst. Scooters Sunflowers Nudists Temp
The mercury doesn’t just climb here in late July; it attacks . The "Temp" hits 94 degrees with a humidity that makes the air feel like a wet wool blanket. On most days, that kind of heat is a prison sentence. But on the third Saturday of the month, it becomes a key. At first, the scene feels like a surrealist painting