A bike lunch at the Playboy Mansion
Mike Schulte
08/01/2007
Illustration By Philippe Lechien
Walking back across the expansive lawn, we pass an enormous red
trampoline. The only thing jumping off it at this hour is the nearly
perpendicular sunlight. Miss 5/98 continues dispensing Mansion trivia with a
charming enthusiasm. As a classically trained pianist she notes with pride that
there is "an ancient organ hidden in the Mansion."
"And will Mr. Hefner be joining us for lunch?" I resist
blurting out.
After lunch, we head outside to an array of bright yellow BMW
Boxers—the bikes, not the undergarments. Our winsome guides patiently pose for
photos with the assembled journalists, tickling the enduring teenage mystique.
Finally, the High-Noon Playboys saddle up and race down the driveway with a
thunderous roar. I’m pretty sure I catch a glimpse of Hef through the leaded
glass of an upstairs window, packing his pipe with a look in his eye that says,
"Now we can get the party started."
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