Get Naked, Ride a Bike

I first met April in June. I was sitting, somewhat uncomfortably, in the back of a paddy wagon, when the door was flung open and a harried police man lifted her up onto the platform. Myself and the others cheered her arrival to make her feel comfortable, more than anything, and she sat beside me on the bench. The talking started up again after the door closed, most wondering if we were in any kind of serious trouble.
I wasn't worried. Having been arrested at last year's rally, I knew they would let us go in a couple of hours, but I didn't tell them about the ridicule we would have to face before that. Most of them were first-timers and I didn't want the experience to dampen their enthusiasm or for them to lose their feelings of camaraderie.
I told them about the fountain prank last year. How at the end of the bike ride we had gathered at the fountain in Cartier Park for a communal swim when about a dozen of us were carted off to the Elgin street station. In the end we were only fined and that night we gathered at Mark's house for a celebratory beer and bar-b-q.
"So, don't worry about it. No one will have a record or anything, although we might get a bit cold before the day is out."
My story didn't seem to alleviate any of April's fears and so I leaned in to tell her that they'd give us a blanket when we got to the station. That cheered her up a bit and she smiled at me. That was the moment I lost my mind and I have been happily crazy ever since.

I believe in it, the bike ride, that is. I do it every year. Although I'll remember that one for ever simply because of her. They did give us a blanket and they did fine us and, in the end, April and I shared a cab downtown. Of course, I didn't have anything to write on, but she promised to meet me the next morning at the Second Cup on Elgin, and she did. She was no less beautiful with her clothes on and no worse the wear for the mostly humane, although somewhat lascivious, treatment from the law.
We joke that, if we ever have kids, we can tell them that about our criminal past and how we met while biking around town in the nude, protesting oil dependency, and they'll think they have the craziest parents in the world. But like I said before, I am crazy, and now, so is she.