Originally Posted by
jimmyr
I wash them by hand in a dimly-lit room in a special solution containing the tears of 12-year-old virgins, all the while chanting a secret Buddhist mantra, then transport them in a covered wicker basket 1000 yards into the woods, where I hang them up to dry on a 100% hemp clothesline, using old-fashioned clothes pins, wood only no springs, over a bush of wild lavender.
Either that, or my wife tosses 'em in the washer along with my daughter's running clothes or my son's football duds.....
I've said it before and I'll say it again. We spend countless hours every year subjecting our clothes to intense heat, wind, rain, cold, and sometimes snow. We sweat like pigs for hours at a time in these clothes. We wear them in brutally sunny days, riding through puddles and mud and salt and grit, while engaging in an exercise that consists of nonstop repetitive motion.
But we won't run them through the washing machine, and we'll only use special super delicate soaps?
People. Come on now.