Kinda sucked at first when I obliviously rode into a dark construction zone and coated my tires with this evil sticky mud that was doing its best dogsh*t impression. Then had to jump a ditch in my new cleats where they removed a bridge. Then rode 6 miles on a freshly torn-up road where they left the "chip" without the "seal" and rattled my teeth crooked. But then this amazing crimson sun came up and lit the whole horizon on fire and I was sufficiently awed and inspired (yeah so I know this means it gonna rain like hell on the way home, but just let me have this moment, ok?) Got to work and realized I mistakenly packed my 7-year old son's skivvies -- you've heard of Jeans Fridays? I got a new one: Commando Mondays