When I showed the ladies in my office some pictures of bib shorts in a cycling catalog, they laughed. And laughed. And laughed. One suggested bibs would be more fitting in a lycra fantasy porn film than on a bike ride. To put it bluntly, they couldn't believe a man would allow himself to wear such a thing.
I know the message board mantra is that bibs are fantastico, but I have to admit, I can't quite bring myself to taking a pair up to the cash register. I feel oddly self-conscious, like maybe I should be buying them by mail order and hoping they'll arrive in a plain brown wrapper.
And to make matters worse, the hair on my legs hasn't even started to grow back. Maybe it never will.