Where: Tacoma (???)
When: Saturday, November 10
The Stranger shaved our legs for the first time in months. Why? We were headed to Tacoma. We groaned initially—Tacoma???—but the invite was from Tacoma’s elite scootering clubs. Would The Stranger strip down and join them for their 10th annual nearly-naked scooter ride?
You bet your ass we would. So we shaved our legs—our nearly-naked outfit of choice (a black lingerie slip) would be showing a healthy amount of thigh—and packed a towel, as we were advised.
We’d left behind the gay paradise of Capitol Hill, the Stepford-like pseudo-suburbia of Wedgwood, and waded into the unfamiliar waters of I-5 south toward T-Town. It was 9:30 a.m.
