It was a warm mid-morning as I jogged up the last hill before home. The road winds up the hill, affectionately known to joggers as "heartbreak hill". It has two lanes on either side, a footpath and a narrow nature strip between the footpath and the road. Tourist buses frequent the road to allow tourists splendid views across Sydney Harbour, taking in the Opera House, the Harbour Bridge, Shark Island, Fort Denison and the harbour itself. Once a year, joggers of all ages pound up the hill in the second half of the famous "City to Surf".
This time of the morning, the main traffic had subsided, and due to the steepness of the hill, there were, as always, very few, if any, pedestrians. I heard the noise of a vehicle behind me as it laboured up the hill. It was a tourist bus, in some mechanical difficulty, streaming a dark cloud of exhaust fumes behind it. It was in the lane nearer the kerb, and I slowed to watch it approach. It was full of Asians of both sexes, who were already lining the windows, cameras ready, as they must have been informed that the spectacular views were about to appear.
It amazes me how quickly the mind analyses certain situations. The thought of running naked beside the bus flashed into my mind. The bus itself would give me cover from any traffic coming down the hill on the other side of the road, as would the bends in the road. Traffic coming up the hill would use the outside lane to overtake the bus, and to avoid the dark fumes emanating from it. There were no pedestrians in sight. Go for it!
As I jogged, I slipped off my t-shirt, leaving it on a small tree on the nature strip. I moved from the footpath to the edge of the nature strip, as close as I could to the bus. Then I accelerated to be level with the front of the bus, as I was able to notice that my presence had already sparked some interest on the bus. I stopped briefly to remove my jogging shorts, leaving me naked but for shoes and socks. I kept my shorts scrunched up in my hand.
I had been fast enough to strip off the shorts, so that the bus had not fully passed before I was able to continue jogging again. I jogged a little faster than the bus was travelling, to ensure that all the kerbside passengers got a good view. Having become level with the front of the bus, I slowed a little for the return viewing. I could see that those passengers from the other side of the bus, were now standing in the aisle, looking over those on the kerbside of the bus.