MY NEW FAVORITE CYCLING CAP
Ever discovered some little insignificant something that makes you so happy but you know that nobody else will understand? What am I saying, of course you have – you’re cyclists. It happens to us a dozen times a day.
Then you may understand how I feel about this cap.
See, even though the variety of available casquette styles is at an all time high lately, most of them suck. Hard.
The handmade Etsy creations, the hipster-café caps, the vintage reissues…I’ve tried them all and…not so much.
Let me elaborate. They look great if you want to wear them as a fashion accessory, but their function leaves much to be desired. Plus, one wash and they either disintegrate or the bill wrinkles up like a piece of bacon.
Then I stumbled upon this one. Already ordering some stuff online, I decided to tack a couple of these on at the end. The online bike order equivalent of tossing a pack of gum onto the conveyor belt at the grocery store.
It may not have the Silverlake coffee shop appeal, but it’s legit. See, cycling caps really matter to me when I ride. I use and depend on them for reals.
They are the smallest, cheapest thing that makes the biggest impact on my cycling wardrobe, personally.
Let’s talk about what a nice job Pace has done with the build of this chapeau.
The bill is just long enough and slopes down at the perfect angle as to keep the sun off my face but not obstruct my view. And the sweat mopping properties are off the charts – and coming from me, that’s saying something. I’ve been a lifelong facial-flop-sweater.
As for the appearance, the world champ stripes framed in black are timeless and elegant. And if I’m gonna be flying the logo of any brand, I’m really okay representing Mr. Tom Ritchey. I’m a loyal customer and admirer.
I’ve had (and still have) the hipster-fave cycling caps and I always feel like they’re trying too hard. I’m over that. This thing is legit and flattering. Real. So real that I felt the urge to go buy 20 of them so I’d always have one.
The fact that Pace did such a nice job proves that somebody else out there cares about cycling caps as much as me.
I didn’t think anybody was that crazy.