[sista nun, of the above, shown here on the one of only three "Barelegs walk across iowa" this one from the last, held in 1971. this traditiona was abandoned with the sudden and mysterious departure of sista olive, the above, from the orphanage in 1972.]
well, yes, i think i feel well enough to post this exchange. it was nearing the end of a long day's ride into cresco...schlay? schleigh? the name of the little town, just north of the route. two bars, side by side, but the smaller one had a larger back yard--and an owner who would do anything to beat out his bigger competitior next door.
"do you have a roll of plastic, some detergent, and a hose?" i asked; "we'll get it," he said.
within five minutes, we were set, with a large group of riders gathering around. but no one took my offer to enjoy the natural benefits of sun, soap, suds and suds--until--and i think we can agree that "portly" is a fair descriptor, a portly couple came up to me and told me that they were nudists, and would quite happily get naked and do a few slides. the man told me "once everyone sees how fat WE are, they'll ALL feel much better about themselves."
they were, they did, so did everyone else, and the rest is history.
and another chapter in the story of "the ones who ruined ragbrai" was written.