fashion: 'cross cut--not just for fries anymore.

A number of cyclists bitch and moan about how they can never find pants that fit right.

I'm not one of those people--the bitchers and moaners, that is. As I am fairly easily amused/entertained, I get a little giggly over a lot of things, but few things make me LOL harder than trying on "fitted through the thigh" jeans: the waist area always ends up flopping and sagging; the leg area practically need to be greased down to allow my (climber, 'cross, not eeeeven crit) quads in and out. So basically, I would need Viagra and Crisco to get such pants to work, and if I had Viagra and Crisco, well, I would probably be hanging out someplace OTHER than the Gap. You know the scene: dubious mixed drinks, some LED lights, leather accessories strewn about, and a rollicking game of Twister in progress*... but I digress. The point is, it's all very amusing to me.

The best post I've ever read on cycling and (off-the-bike) fashion is Beth's request that Michael Ball make keirin-cut jeans. Beth also proposed a line of slightly smaller-thighed "climber-cut" jeans. Recently (while waxing poetic about compact cranksets, of course) Lodri and I got to talking about further denim options for girls who race...

me: I never really liked the 53T ring, I'm just going to admit that
Lodrina: it's hUGE
me: it's horrible
me: I'm a small girl, I'm never going to be a track racer, I don't need it
me: Lodrina: No Track Jeans (tm) for you?
me: Keirin-cut? nahhh
me: I need 'cross cut jeans
me: which I think would be slightly smaller than keirin-cut
Lodrina: With a flash pocket and chamois?
me: flannel lined
Lodrina: erm, flask
me: and with deep pockets... YES
Lodrina: Big belt loop for cowbell clipping
Lodrina: BLOG ENTRY ^^^^
me: YES

Getting Michael Ball to go near a bolt of flannel is probably going to be pretty difficult, unless we convince him that, for the supermodel sizes, the "flask pocket" can be converted to a "stash pocket." Um... yeah. Beth, we gotta join forces.



*P.S. Did I fool y'all back there? I would sell the Viagra at street value, buy a Kitchen Aid, and use the Crisco to make cupcakes. Duh!