Hell hath no fury like a bunch of bored cyclists at work with access to Facebook and Twitter. And even when they get what they want (an apology and an explanation) they still want Mike's head on a pike.
That's how Nelson Mandela would have wanted it.
So those bibs.
Trial run stuffing the pockets at home before their debut in the mountains of NC.
In the pockets, from left to right:
Tülbag (the OG 4X4" version, not the V.2 4X5")
Gu Brew, iodine, and numerous Gu gels
Everything a man needs for a day in the mountains (assuming no one gets injured, lost, or suffers from agoraphobia)
Of course, the phone shoulda went in the middle pocket, and in the end it did. I was in a hurry... whatever. The Pie does not want to spend her entire evening doing a photo shoot, especially when it involves this type of behavior.
There is a barn door in the place one might expect on a pair of tightie whities. In my time of wearing such underwear (childhood through my freshman year of college), I was always an over the waistband kinda guy. I remember a (one way) discussion here about whether or not others went full package out or just the business when Number One'ing it. Can't find it now. Let's move on.
photo cred: GwenI can finally go on a for realzors mountain bike ride wearing my full-on Club Pride kit sans backsack. It's a great feeling, although I'm still in the market for my flannel riding shirt.
Access to my Fönbag was relatively painless, which is a great thing since I need to be in a hurry to pull out my phone to grab some superb action photos.
The bibs were pure performers. The textured fabric on both the Tülbag and Fönbag kept my more valuable cargo safe inside the confines of the pockets. Of the two times I utilized the barn door, I had one success and one failure. As the day wore on, I grew tired. My inability to navigate the confusing labyrinth in my pants resulted in a severely moistened chamois.
It was a great ride with plenty of time for pontification.
Bill Nye shared tales of Alaska mountaineering, frostbite, and the potential for wiener damage due to reduced blood flow to unused extremities. I told him I would just think of boobs to increase circulation to my member at risk, which prompted a response from Kurt that resulted in this:
but I'm outta time.
Tonight is the Queen City Bicycles Christmas Party. I've got my canned goods for Loaves and Fishes in my bag an my lights on my bike. I'm prepared for a late'esque evening, which means the chances that I will blog tomorrow are 50/50.
Sorry. I'd rather make great bike party when given the option.