GOODBYE, OLD FRIEND.
It’s finally time to bid adieu to these old, faithful bike shorts. I’ve resisted for too long because they were part of a nice, cleanly-designed kit from an old club.
They’ve covered my bits for well over a decade and thousands upon thousands of miles. Everything from fun centuries to light racing. If they could talk, well, there’s probably so much bacteria in there that, given enough time and the right conditions, they may begin to speak.
In the last year they’ve become stretched, baggy and paper-thin in some very wrong areas.
For a while, this was okay. They had soul. They were well-used, which meant that – unlike the guys out there in spanking-new, unsoiled kits – I was one of the old guard.
I imagined that, when people saw me in these old things, they were thinking “man, that guy’s been riding for a long time. I bet he’s ridden the classics!”
But they were most likely thinking “Oh dear God, when that guy’s bent over in the drops, his shorts are so thin I can see his Fleche Wallonne.”
So off to the landfill they go.
It’s hard to say goodbye. But it’s even harder to imagine riding more than 5 miles in these things.