Zounds. I rode in my Zoic capris this morning. A whole 1 and 1/2 mile before I couldn't take it one second more and went home.

The rise is waaaaay too short to work on me on my bike. Even my Pearl Izumi Whisper vest wasn't long enough to cover the top of my buns, and the tail of that vest is mighty long. That part of me doesn't get exposed to the light of day, and complained. The only way gorgeous hotties were gonna be chasing me in those capris is if they have a thing for major plumber's butt.

They've been washed twice. At this point they've shrunk enough that the thighs bind on the bike. As the thighs bound and twisted against the seat the fabric dragged the back waistband down even lower, and soon most of the fabric was pulled to the front in a very attractive wad. Kinda like those poor boys in red shorts in MtnDarby's avatar.

At least I can wear them at work and off the bike. And I can wear my handmade Gramicci capris on the bike.