This Is When Stuff Starts Getting Stupid

Either it’s that or a Reeses’ Peanut Butter Cup-like melding of your two very favorite things in the world — pole dancers and pedicab operators:

Biker Andrew Katzander is taking pole dancing to the streets — on the back of his pimped-out pedicab.

The 44-year-old, a landscaper by day, pedals his racy rickshaw while a sexy dancer shimmies up and down a shiny 8-foot metal pole on a neon-lit platform attached to the back of the bike.

The PoleRider, as he calls it, is already stopping traffic. In one case, he said, cops briefly pulled him over in Times Square.

“It’s all legal. The cops can’t really stop us — I’m riding my bike and she’s exercising,” he said of flash dancer Marlo Fisken, 25, a pole-dancing teacher.

“I’m not a stripper. Because you have high heels and you’re on a pole, it doesn’t mean you’re doing anything raunchy,” she said. “It’s fun, and it’s a little bit exhibitionist.”