Where do you pin your bib?

Nope. That hides too much.

Wanna race? Go double or nothing on my magically invisible case of beer? ----------- Am I the only one amused that you get a t-shirt for entering? Seems sort of pointless.

No, I don't really desire to see your jiggly bits.

I certainly couldn't see yours. Because: a) they don't jiggle; and b) I'd have to be behind you to see you. It's pretty much a no-win situation for me. ---------------------- Find me the results on one of these naked runs. I'm dying to know if these freaks actually run fast or not.

There goes my plan to win some trophies by cherry-picking naked races. Oh, well.

Do you think the little runner guy on the trophies is naked?

Right past Cookeville. Toward Knoxville. That town is pretty trashy, small, and redneck. MTA: I'm intrigued too. But I think I would probably just end up puking.