By Melanie Wong
I was stranded in a nudist colony with a broken crank.Perhaps I should clarify. First of all, it wasn’t a nudist colony — it was a “clothing optional” hot springs. Secondly, my broken crank wasn’t a body part but a bicycle part.Several years ago I was cycling through Idaho when the crank of my touring bike snapped off; I could only assume due to metal fatigue and not from my massive thighs. The nearest bike shop was about 50 miles away. I called, and they said they had the parts needed. The bike was not rideable, so I decided to …
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