Oh, sheesh. Sometimes I nurture these sweet dreams of finding a stunning red vest, a gorgeous red helmet and, of course, red shoes, and looking terrific on my brilliant red road bike and metallic red mtb. But I end riding 90 % of the time on my turquoise green with red fork FrankenKonacommuterbike wearing whatever fell out of the closet, and the remaining 10% in the hideous club kit some guy dreamed up mid-70s. (5 primary colours, I kid you not.) By sheer chance my helmet and shoes match each other, though.