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As the temp climbs to a scorching 98 degrees, the scooters line up in a row, facing the setting sun. No one bothers to put on a shirt. The sunflowers droop their heavy heads in a bow. And a man on a Vespa revs his tiny engine, the sound a buzzing, joyful defiance against the weight of the weather.

And the heat does care. It dictates the rules. By 11:00 AM, the pavement is too hot for bare feet, hence the Tevas. By noon, the plastic seats of the Vespas become miniature frying pans. I watch a woman named Diane drape a damp chamois cloth over her seat. “Secret trick,” she winks. “Evaporative cooling. Also keeps you from sticking to the vinyl.” Scooters Sunflowers Nudists Temp

By J. Sinclair

Sometimes, you have to strip down to find out what really moves you. And sometimes, you just have to go 25 miles per hour to feel a breeze that actually saves your life. As the temp climbs to a scorching 98

“You wear leathers on a Harley when it’s 100 degrees, you’ll pass out before you hit second gear,” he explains, adjusting his helmet. “But a scooter? A scooter is slow. It’s casual. At 25 miles an hour, the breeze is just a kiss. And when it’s this hot, a kiss is all you want. Clothes just get in the way of the wind.” And a man on a Vespa revs his

This is the annual "Pollinator Run"—part charity scooter rally, part sunflower festival, and, for a dedicated few, a mobile nudist enclave.