I blame it on the spandex. The moment I made up my mind to buy a bike again for the first time in 40 years, I knew that I must become The Anti-Spandex (cue superpower music). It was a mission.

I've been obsessively researching skirt guards. Clearly I'm going to have to make my own for Clyde, since he, like me, is custom sized. Considering now how that might best be accomplished, but I'm leaning heavily toward fine black fishnet. Maybe with some decoration.