Naked bike riders demonstrate against federal troops in ‘quintessentially Portland’ protest

Picture this: It’s a drizzly Portland afternoon, and while most folks are huddled under umbrellas nursing their artisanal lattes, a merry band of bare-bottomed rebels decides to pedal their protest straight into the annals of absurdity. Enter the “emergency” World Naked Bike Ride, where activists strip down to their birthday suits—minus wool socks for that extra layer of Portland chic—to thumb their noses at federal troops and Trump’s National Guard dreams. It’s not just a ride; it’s a rolling reminder that in the City of Roses, nothing says “fight the power” like freezing your assets off in the name of joy, mutual respect, and maybe a hot cuppa tea to warm the revolutionary spirit. Who needs tear gas when you’ve got goosebumps and a unicorn costume? This is Portland, baby—where protests come with body paint, bike bells, and a side of unapologetic eccentricity that leaves law enforcement wondering if they’ve stumbled into a nudist flash mob or the set of a low-budget eco-porn.