Naked people have little or no influence in society.
OK, not the yellow jersey. But a yellow jersey. Perfect camouflage for ambushing Californians from a meadow bright with dandelions. I badgered a couple of friends into riding with me the other day. When I rolled into their barnyard, clad in my new finery, they commenced to hooting and clutching their sides like hillbillies suffering from a bad batch of white lightning.