A Trail Runner's Blog Scott Dunlap's blog of trail running, ultrarunning, triathlon, and other life adventures. I enjoy the physical, emotional, and spiritual journey of outdoor events and the chance to meet cool people. This blog contains interviews, research, original fiction, new product ideas, and all things trail running. We had a gorgeous sunny day, plenty of naked people sitings, and beer at 9am. What more could one ask for?
The very best of all possible costumes! Bare to Breakers There is a semi-almost-not-quite informal Bare to Breakers web page. They used to be quite active but they gave up trying to formally organize the nudies. Very sad, since the number of nude participants has declined. In previous years, I always ended up starting at the rear. This lets me sleep in a little later but has some flaws.
As is the custom in recent decades, a handful of runners chose to wear nothing but their race bibs and a smile, with their junk, boobs, and rear ends in full public display. This SF Weekly reporter encountered fewer than two dozen naked runners this year, and the practice seems less in vogue than in previous decades when nudist colonies were still popular. Still, naked die-hards remain in the mix. Many understandably declined to give their names or consent to being photographed with their cash and prizes flopping around.
May 17 marked its th running. Cheered on by the partying crowds along the streets or toasting them from rooftops and windows, most runners make it to the finish line at The Great Highway against which the breakers of the Pacific Ocean crash or lap depending on the tide. In other words they stop to party. Ah yes, about those centipedes; for those who may be squeamish about creepy crawlers, centipede has a meaning all its own here.
If my wife were still alive we might join you. I love your videos, so many tasty things to see. I am bi and have been all my life but my favorite thing is eatting pussy. I believe that if you do not make a woman cum at least 3 times with your tongue and fingers alone, then you are not doing it right. I am no stranger to both sides of the fence.