Joined the underwear bike ride randomly after encountering it at Market Square and letting the German in me take over.
Stripped to my skivvies and enjoyed the simplistic beauty of mostly naked yinzers riding bicycles in harmony.
Dipped and whooped and hollered up and down and around downtown, Southside, and north shore. Through the Armstrong Tunnels we were a wall of sound. Left the group at Penn Brewery to ride home, getting late for a school night.
Passed a couple yinzers cleaning the Station Square sandstone with some non-caustic cleaners 30 minutes since the underwear ride passed and they were still pontificating wildly about the 395 or so underwear clad who had rode by a short while ago.
Photo Unrelated To Underwear Ride Except Thematically.