Originally posted by Astyanax
reply to post by Benevolent Heretic
And yes, SD's one-liner is truly a gem.
As per my custom, I shall bypass the substantive totality of your post and focus on me.
That one liner, is to hide the truth of my past, one that is painful to recollect, one that almost cost me my life ... yes nudism almost killed the
The year was 1985, the month was August, and I was on the island of Corfu, I was 17 years old ... The morning after the night before, I was driving on
a Yamaha 600XR to the nudist beach to meet up with the two Swedish young ladies I had met at the legendary Bora Bora night club. It was noonish and I
was speeding, no helmet, no shirt, flip flops. As I overtook a slow car, the idiot behind the wheel decided to make a sharp left and struck me with
his driver side door.
Thankfully I did not fall and thankfully there was no oncoming traffic or else that would have been that. However my right ankle did get sandwiched
between the door of the car and the metal foot-peg of the bike. It did not break, but it was an awful mess.
The car driver pulled over, I chased him on one leg, and ...
I got back on my bike and drove to the hospital ... I was greeted there by the woman doctor on duty who proceeded to yell at me because I had the
audacity to have my accident during her siesta time. Then she reluctantly over-sedated me and stitched my ankle with (I kid you not) nylon fishing
line. She gave me a couple of aspirin, begrudgingly bandaged my ankle, and cursed me on my way.
It was 2pm ... and after this slight peripeteia I got back onto my bike and for lack of a better plan, proceeded back to the beach to meet the
I have to tell you that the image of yours truly limping naked on the beach, foot bleeding, must have been somewhat incongruous ... people were
pointing, hopefully at my ankle, though in retrospect it is hard to be sure. It is as you might imagine, difficult to ascertain finger pointing
angles at a distance.
The rest of the day went better than it started ... although for the sake of honesty, that evening's events with my newfound friends, although
pleasurable in some respects, involved a whole other set of challenges and physical pains.
It was by all accounts a day of mixed results.
So to make a short story long ... I post one liners and laugh the laugh of the confused man, a man who but for the grace of the almighty almost lost
his life to nudism.
[edit on 2 Jun 2010 by schrodingers dog]