Quote Originally Posted by arielmoon View Post
I do not like jerseys when it is really hot out so I wear a singlet. This has spawned a few questions about whether I am a triathlete because I guess they look like tri tops but they are not revealing at all in the front.

For example: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg...TC39C&v=glance
Ooh, that's a nice top. I hate typical sleeveless jerseys because they cut off right at the shoulder (as if someone ripped off the sleeves). That is so ultra-unattractive on me. (Not like I'll win any beauty contests either way, but there's no need to make matters worse, eh?)

Sorry, back OT (wait, is it?):

Quote Originally Posted by OakLeaf View Post
The fact that a garment is undamaged after a crash is proof that it DID provide protection, not that it didn't.
Huh? I think it's proof of nothing other than the fact that the garment was more able to withstand friction than my skin. (And/or that it stayed relatively still and didn't face as much friction, so the friction now occured between my skin and the garment whereas it would have occurred between my skin and the ground. Nothing different but less gravel to pick out. Which, come to think of it, is not insignificant.

I've gotten plenty of damage underneath clothing, without even being on a bike, so I don't think fabric would help me fare any better at 15+ mph. (I'm a bit of a klutz.)

And, not directed at anyone particular, if anyone's offended by my pudgy belly (and arms and thighs and.... fingers?) then that's on them. Even at 100lbs overweight, I wore lycra on the bike because it's functional. I'm not going to go running in a mumu, and I'm not going to give up my bike clothes. There's a reason the svelte people wear lycra, and it's not because they're professionals in training and it's not (just) because it's stylish. I wear my lycra for the same reason of comfort and function.

Long ago, at that 100+ mark, I was biking by the river in my lycra and 3x pink jersey and heard, "Oh my god!" by some guys walking the opposite way. I could see in my mirror that they even turned to gawk after I passed. I didn't say anything in return, (I may or may not have muttered something not for children under my breath) but ultimately knew that their unabashed criticism told much more about them than me.