Tim was the
one who eagerly dropped his pants Friday morning
to pose in body armor on his BMW motorbike but
somehow I was the one who earned the cognomen
Naked Man—or Naked Boy, depending on who was
doing the talking. Some of the men brought
expensive toys which I didn't know how to ride
so all I had to play with was my body and my
mind. Luckily, the desert ws kind and newfound
friends were happy to provide.