I stood at the spot for a good ten minutes. I was hoping she would return. Perhaps I should give her another five minutes …maybe she’ll emerge from around the bend at which point I could wave her down…..
I thought of walking in the direction she went but given the myriad of paths she could have taken I’d be wasting my efforts not to mention that it was turning out to be another scorcher of a day. The Poodle was already panting heavily from the short distance we’d covered so far.
“Well, that’s unfortunate,” I say to The Poodle as I bag my good intention and we continue towards home. “I’m sure she would have wanted to know that little piece of information.”
As I walk home I think about my preference and the flak I sometimes receive from going against the grain as it were. I’m okay with that but it’s interesting how my preference irks folks. I suppose It’s all about them wanting to show how “right” they are.
Okay, I am SURE you’re scratching your heads…..as in….Where in the world is she going with this?
So as I walked The Poodle this morning I spotted a woman out cycling. She had just turned the corner not far in front of me. I’ll admit to feeling wistful in that moment. I haven’t been in the saddle (cycling) for a year now. Between the move, family issues, and all the home repairs going on (not to mention feeling just a wee bit depressed over being miserably out-of-shape) there just hasn’t been a good time.
As she cycles by I turn to look at her and it’s then that I see….
Oh my! That is particularly bad. In fact, the worst I have ever seen.
She should know. How could she not know?!
Someone needs to tell her.
Which is why I stood for over ten minutes hoping she’d be cycling back in my direction.
Alas, I did not see her again.
Perhaps some of you die-hard cycling folks know what I’m referring to. In fact, I’ll bet my next paycheck (Oh…wait…I’m not working now)….well, you get my drift.
So for those not in the know…..
Her cycling shorts were COMPLETELY threadbare in the back. And yes, the material was so worn thin that you could see her derrière, bare as the day she was born.
In a nutshell: The cycling world is somewhat divided on the issue of wearing undies under cycling shorts. Those in the “commando” camp assert that its more hygienic to go sans underwear since there is a chamois pad that fits close to the body which is specifically designed to absorb sweat. It’s thought that wearing underwear doesn’t allow for sweat absorption, which may increase one’s chances of developing a urinary tract infection (UTI). But really, their most compelling reason is to prevent chafing in the nether regions. While I can absolutely attest to the merits of these arguments, the other camp–those who do wear undies– mostly women, simply feel more comfortable, modesty-wise. If rides are short, wearing undies is more convenient when changing from bike shorts to other attire if, for example, you’re heading into the office. In addition, that extra layer keeps bike shorts cleaner which means fewer trips to the washing machine, with an added bonus that your bike shorts lasts longer.
I’m sure you’re chomping at the bit to know….
Which camp am I in?
Suffice it so say that I’ve tried it both ways–from 100 miles in the saddle to ten, and I still feel more at ease with undies on. With all the miles I have put in the saddle, I have never had a UTI. Saddle sores? Well…of course, but who hasn’t?! Still, chafing is entirely manageable since I use plenty of Butt Butter (yes…folks, that’s what it’s called). Multiple and generous applications of butt butter definitely helps keep the chafing down.
And why, might you ask, don’t I prefer the favored commando approach?
My personal preference is to strike a balance between modesty and function. Obviously, I could have plenty of pairs of cycling shorts/pants in my cycle drawer and I could (and do) closely inspect them for wear before putting them on. Still, I’ve seen far too many butts due to thread-bare cycling shorts. I honestly don’t want the unintended consequence of barring my buttocks–as lovely as Rocket-man thinks it is– to the world.