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It was the mixed-mode commute today: drive about one-third of the way then unfold the Dahon and ride. I hadn't ridden too far when it occurred to me to check how late I was for work. Hmm. No clock. It appears I'd forgotten to pick up the bike computer before I left. There was a time, not so long ago, that I didn't even own a bike speedometer—now I'm such a mileage weenie that if I'd left from home, I'd have turned around to get it. Oh well, I'd just have to ride by feel and see how it goes.
I found it rather relaxing not having the clock, not feeling that I should push for an extra 1 or 2km/h just so that I could make a nice round number appear on the speedo. It's actually one of my private pleasures of riding in the dark: my clock doesn't have an internal light so if it's too dark to read the speedo, tough—just ride. But you rarely ride for long in complete darkness, and I never ride the whole way without getting some kind of feedback.
Gaah! It's just occurred to me that I've turned into Lisa Simpson: "Grade me! Evaluate and rank me! I'm good, good, good and oh so smart! Grade meeeeee!!" Am I really that turned on by being measured? Ewwwww. Anyway, I muddled through and logged a (conservative) "estimated" time for the (already known) distance. ## Second {#second} The morning was progressing well until I stood in the changing room at work and unfolded my clothing bundle for the day—no underwear. At all. Nothing. Socks, yes. Shirt, yes. Undies, no. I take great care to ensure that the critical change room items are always at work. A new towel comes in before the old one is taken home for washing. Likewise with outer garments. But underwear, socks and shirts are circulated on a daily basis. Until today. Much as making a presentation to the senior management team sans knickers would add a little extra frisson to an otherwise dull afternoon, I preferred not to go breezy all day. I guess I could've just put the bike knicks back on—but I also had the Useful Box on my side. In the Useful Box resides all manner of good stuff: chain lube, shoe polish, plastic bags, random items of clothing, old inner tubes, sunscreen, and so on. Luckily I found some (relatively) clean shorts in there that would do the job. Every commuting cyclist should have a Useful Box (or some kind of gear stash) for mornings like this. ## Third {#third} They say these things come in threes. No other major blunders have beset me so far, but the day is not over yet…
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Just the thought of Treadly going commando has brightened my day no end...
Well, whatever you're into… (There's no accounting for taste.)
Gah! That afternoon rain sucked! I happened to be commuting in cotton on Tuesday too :(
Ha ha! Commando Treadly has definitely brightened my day too - nothing too fetishistic, you understand. It's just nice to know that I'm not alone in such mistakes. My best (worst?) so far is thinking that I had a clean shirt hanging up waiting for me, only to find that there were no shirts at all & having to present in a fluorescent green / yellow Lycra number. There were no questions after the presentation, and following extensive therapy, all present have mostly put the experience behind them.