Originally Posted by Koyote

Many years ago, I got a great price on some white bibshorts. I took them out for their inaugural ride on a pretty hot day. When I got back into town, I was trackstanding, up off the saddle, while waiting for a stoplight to change — and noticed a bunch of girls in a car watching me and grinning. When I got home, I told my wife, “Some girls out there were pretty impressed with my track standing skills!” That’s when my wife told me that she could see right through those bibshorts.

They went in the trash.