Warning: despite the innocent nature of this post, images below may be unsuitable for minors, prudes and office workers.
So it began like this: I went to a bike shop and bought my first pair of cycling knicks to see what all the fuss is about. Cyclists swear by them, and even the bike store clerk told me I was going to LOVE them.
I’ve always avoided padded bike shorts because (a) I don’t tend to go cycling for longer than two hours at a time, (b) I enjoy pointing and laughing at people who wear Lyrca and I don’t wish to be on the receiving end of this, and (c) I’m not particularly overjoyed about getting around looking like I’m either combating the heaviest menstrual flow that ever cursed a woman, or I’m suffering from an unfortunately large camel toe.
I’m no fashionista, but I do tend to stick by these basic styling principles:
So why did I decide to get padded shorts? Well, I love bike riding and I love traveling, so recently I contemplated combining these two passions at some point in the near future. If I’m going to saddle-up for five hours a day, I may need to let go of my pride and get comfortable in padded pants to avoid a nasty condition called Saddle Sores (you don’t want to know).
So anyway, I went to the bike store, selected a standard looking pair of knicks, got back home, and – curious – I turned them inside out. This is what I found in my pants:
“Um … what … is … that … doing … in … my … pants?”
How would YOU feel about riding around on this all day?