Sometimes that which seems simple and sage turns out to be anything but. Or is that butt?
You could probably classify my mountain biking style as “crazed” and my appearance as “deranged”.
The problem is that my hair is the perfect length to fly all over the place as it sticks out from the back and sides of my helmet, flying all over the place as I fly down the road. Oh well, I peddle my ass for pleasure (heh) and not to look like a prima donna, yet I found that while I was comfy in shorts and a t-shirt I was just way too hot.
I ponder my tank top and Nike cycling skirt – this seems like a wonderful, obvious and simple solution to being hot. Ventilation, high performance materials and fashion all rolled into two very expensive garments. There must be something wrong with this.
A test run with the tank top exposes more than a flaw in my plan. Okay – a sports bra takes care of the whistlig of men and the wind up hidden valley, but now I am defeating the anticipated cooling effect.
The skirt poses another problem – how does one get one and off a mountain bike in a graceful manner when wearing a skirt? The answer is clear – you don’t, you get caught in the moving parts of the bike, swear, tip over, swear, go boom and swear.
Shorts and a t-shirt, unless you want to send me your LuLu pants…
